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IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


H IRovel. 


DEDICATED TO THOSE) I LOVE : 



Y MOTHER AND FATHER 


BY HANA JEAN. 


’Tis well to woo, ’tis well to wed, 

For so the world hath done 
Since myrtles grew and roses blew 
And morning - brought the sun, 

But have a care’ye young and fair, 

Be sure ye wed with truth: 

Be sure your love will wear 
Beyond the days of youth, 

For if ye give not heart for heart, 

As well as hand for hand, 

Ye’ll find yon’ve played the unwise part* 
And built upon the sand. 



OMAHA, NFB.: 

American Book Publishing Co. 
1898. 











9347 



Copyrighted by The Author, 1896. 
All rights reserved. 


CONTENTS. 


Page 

Chapter I. — Prologue, .... 7 

Chapter II. — The Commencement Exer- 
cises, . . . .12 

Chapter III. — The Engagement and Dis- 
appointment, . . . 19 

Chapter IV. — In the Net, ... 27 

Chapter V. — The Mountain Fen, . . 37 

Chapter VI. — Mr. Erleigh meets Thelma, 45 

Chapter VII. — The Secret of Happiness, 48 

Chapter VIII. — A Misunderstanding, . 57 

Chapter IX. — A Libertine Tempts a Vir- 
tuous Woman, . . 63 

Chapter X. — A Family Skeleton Eneartlied, 68 

Chapter XI. — No Worse than Other Men, 75 

Chapter XII. — Treading on Dangerous 

Ground, .... 81 

Chapter XIII. — Adelbert Teaches Editha a 

Lesson, . . . .86 

Chapter XIV. — Mrs. Lavance’s Death, 99 

( 3 ) 




CONTENTS. 


4 


Chapter XV. — Riches Outweigh Moral De- 
pravity, . . . .104 

Chapter XVI. — Conspiracy Against the 

Count, . . . .111 

Chapter XVII. — A Confidential Chat, 116 

Chapter XVIII. — Announcing Alvan’s En- 
gagement, . .123 

Chapter XIX. — TheTragedy on the River, 128 

Chapter XX. — Aberdeen’s Death Reveals 

a Secret, .... 134 

Chapter XXI. — Mrs. Aberdeen and Editha, 138 

Chapter XXII. — Alvan and Thelma’s 

First Born, . . . 141 

Chapter XXIII. — Adelbert Proposes to 

Editha, . . . 144 

Chapter XXIV. — Mrs. Aberdeen’s Death, 150 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILUREr 


“ A bachelor old and cranky, 

Sat alone in his room; 

His toes with the gout were aching. 

His face o’er-spread with gloom.” 

“ No medical aid was lacking, 

The servants answered his ring, 
Respectfully heard his orders. 

And supplied him with everything.” 

“ But still there was something wanting, 
Something he couldn’t command, 

The kindly word of compassion, 

The touch of a gentle hand.” 

“ And he said as his brow grew darker. 

As he rang for the hired nurse, 

Well, marriage may be a failure, 

But this is a blamed sight worse.” 

— Courier , 


CHAPTER I. 

PROLOGUE. 

A? AIR young girl, with her hands behind her, 
stood looking away toward the sunset, the 
breezes were blowing her loose, brown hair from a 
beautiful girlish face. 

The sunset shadow reflecting in the dreamy, 
blue eyes, showed she was oblivious to all present 
time, and that she dwelt in happy dreams of the 
future. 

She mused half aloud, “One short month; only 


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IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


one short month,” then raised her hands and 

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clasped them o’er her head in adoration. 

Then starting, as one just aroused from a deep 
sleep, she said, “I thank Thee, dear Father 
above, that I live and breathe on this beautiful 
earth. Was there ever a place half so fair and 
lovely?” Now, fully aroused from her dreamy 
mood, she entered the cottage through the low 
window, buoyant and happy. “Oh, mother 
mine, one short month and then what a success 
I shall make out of life! What shall I do Ma 
Mere?” 

Mrs. Lavance laid aside her books, a faint 
smile illuminating her pale face. “You must first 
learn to be more dignified and form no silly, 
school-girl attachment, for we return to Brierville 
after Commencement. You will then take your 
proper position in society. By the way, an old 
school-mate called today — Mrs. Aberdeen and her 
son, you remember them? — they were at Aberdeen 
Lodge five years ago. v She admired you greatly 
and was somewhat disappointed at not meeting 
you. I have asked them to dine with us at Com- 
mencement, so you may meet them. They are to 
fesi'de permanently at Aberdeen Lodge. She ad- 
mitted to me, as a very old friend, that she hoped 
her son would marry and settle here, and who 
knows but that my little girl may be Lady Aber- 
deen hvith wealth and position?” 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


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“Oil, mother, dear, I do not love him.” 

“Fie, Editha, love is only a fashion of the un- 
cultured. ” 

“We who believe in affection that hopes and 
endures and is patient; we who believe in beauty 
and strength of a woman’s devotion,” replied 
Editha, quoting from Evangeline and Gabriel. 

“ I am perfectly astonished — such absurd non- 
sense! A suitable ending to all such Plebeian 
love affairs. Lay aside such foolish notions, 
Editha. I cannot imagine how Mine. Morran 
has so far forgotten her duty as guardian of the 
young to allow such books in the school-room 
where there are so many sentimental young girls. 
I am more than astonished at her lack of judg- 
ment. I am heartily glad these are the last of 
your school days.” 

Editha slipped down on a low stool at her 
mother’s feet, and, taking her hand, looked into 
her face with a keen, penetrating glance. 

1 ‘ Mother, is there no such thing as love? Did 
you not love my father when you married him?” 

Mrs. Lavance’s eyes dropped before the pure 
earnest gaze of the young girl. She sighed, say- 
ing: 

“Don’t be foolish, Editha, I intend you shall 
have wealth and position. Sufficient love will 
come after marriage. One cannot exist on senti- 
ment.” 


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IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


A shadow passed over the young girl’s face,, 
and, rising, kissed her mother good night and 
walked slowly away to her room. 

Was this, then, part of her happy dreams of a 
gallant, brave, young lover? All a myth, a de- 
lusion, a fancy? 

Taking up her book on essay she was soon 
hurried in its pages, preparing for the morrow’s 
lessons. 

Mrs. Lavance sat musing long after Editha 
had gone. Was it the question, “Did you love 
my father when you married him?” that held her 
thoughts? “Yes,” she admitted to herself, “I 
did, wildly, madly.” She had refused many eli- 
gible offers of wealth and position, and incurred 
the displeasure of her own relatives for this very 
sentiment, Love; had married the brave young 
Captain Lavance, an army officer who had died in 
one of the bravest acts of his life on the battlefield 
leaving her and a little daughter. 

Did she regret this? No, it was the brightest 
memory of her life, although left with only a pen- 
sion which ceased at her death, and this little one 
to provide for. Thus it was she conceived the 
idea, as Editha grew to womanhood, to bring 
about a wealthy marriage, and felt she was mak- 
ing all necessary sacrifice to reside in Marival 
while Editha finished at Mine. Morran’s noted 
school for young ladies, answering the double pur- 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


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pose, so she told herself, of being with her daugh- 
ter and keeping her out of undesirable company, 
but the real object was to lessen expenses, so that 
upon her return home, Editha might at once enter 
society and — well, the rest she would see to — that 
she would be settled satisfactorily in the shortest 
possible time. If her conscience smote her some- 
times for this departure from all that was best and 
truest in her nature, she crushed it back with the 
satisfying thought, ‘ 1 It is her best interest I crave. 
She will thank me for all when I am gone, and I 
sometimes think my days are numbered — this 
sinking at heart! It is her very best interest. 
The idea she has conceived of entering the Uni- 
versity and fitting herself for a profession, might 
be the best, but I feel it is not so secure as a 
wealthy marriage.” Yet, argue as she would, she 
could not quite satisfy herself. How the best 
within us strives to hold its own against all odds, 
and only when crushed and trampled with ruthless 
feet will it cease to cry out against the wrong. 


CHAPTER II. 

THE COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES. 

K BRIGHT sunny morning ushered June in. 

On the tenth will be Commencement, 
when Mine. Morran will turn unto life’s stage 
bevys of young ladies, already polished for society, 
as this is one of the most exclusive of exclusive 
schools. 

The young girls are walking over the cam- 
pus in groups. We see four sitting together, 
they are talking of Commencement, Evadne Er- 
leigh, Editlia Lavance, Alva Darnell and Madge 
Greville. 

‘ ‘ What sh all we do, girls, when we leave school, ” 
said Editlia. 

“Oh, I’ll smile sweetly on some nice young 
man with a title, marry and go abroad. I intend 
to have wealth and position,” said Evadne. 

“Give me love in a cottage,” said Madge. 

“Oh, yes; with Charley Dean,” and a chorus 
of merry voices rang out in a gleeful peal. 

“ Tell us what love is, Madge, dear?” 

A blushing face was raised with a pure light 
beaming over it as she quoted these lines: 

“ The magnet draws the solid steel 
By some inherent power, 

The soul is drawn unto the soul 
That bears it’s attributes, 

Nor sense, nor reason can control. 

All precept it refutes 


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IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


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Attraction, "tis the mystic force 
The: Infinite has given, 

It guides the planet in its course 
And draws the soul to heaven.” 

Editha looked on with a hushed awe; some- 
thing within told her this was true love. 

Another peal of laughter. 

“I have no such sublime ideas as our poetic 
Madge,” said Evadne. “I want a life of ease 
and power, and mamma says whoever can give 
me this I must accept, and you may rest assured 
I shan’t exert myself. I’ll let mamma arrange 
that for me as she does all else. Ain’t you sur- 
prised that I ever passed the examination ; well I 
never should if I had had to work for it; mamma 
paid the governess well to help me out in my ex- 
ercise at home, so you see money is the lever, as 
mamma says. It has lifted me through school. 
I have a heap of copying to do yet on my essay; I 
always play headache when I am cornered.” 

They all laughed again at this unsophistical 
Evadne. 

When the bell rang, all was again hurry and 
bustle. Then followed a week of nervous excite- 
ment as is usual in young ladies’ schools, during 
Commencement, while preparing essays, planning 
dresses, consulting about stage drill, who should 
appear last, who first, etc. 

This rule was absolute, girl graduates must 
wear white only. At last all was settled and Mrs. 


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Erleigh was assured that Evadne’s sash was 
something that would surpass all others. 

“The idea of pure white was due to -Mine. 
Morran’s absurd taste — and Evadne would look 
so lovely in scarlet or rose color,” Evadne’s 
mother had declared. Then, after a moment’s 
hesitation: 

“There is no accounting for taste — one must 
conform, I suppose.” 

The eventful night came, warm and balmy. 
Carriage after carriage rolled up and deposited 
many expectant mothers, and bright young girls. 
There was quite a crush, as mothers had each 
brought friends to show what wonderful prodigies 
were forthcoming that night. 

As to sweet girl graduates, what a stir and 
flutter. Who has not felt as they stepped on the 
stage amidst the bright lights, fragrant flowers, 
and upturned faces, a wish, a hope, to surpass, 
to please. A tap of the bell, then the expectant 
hush as at last they come. First was Alva Dar- 
nell, smiling, a graceful bow and essay, “The 
Egyptian Pyramids, ’ ’ followed quickly by Evadne, 
who read a most carefully prepared paper entitled 
4 ‘How to please. ’ ’ As she kissed her hand in recog- 
nition of the slight applause, she was hurried in 
hot house flowers sent up to the stage by two 
young girls who were selected to take them, and 
paid for by Mrs. Erleigh’ s most generous hand — 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


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who thought she must make the most of this 
opportunity for public display. 

Then followed several others; among them 
Madge, blushing and sweet. She made a lovely 
contrast and received many a token, from hearts that 
loved her, of sweet peas, pansies and lillies of the 
valley. 

Mrs. Erleigh whispered to her friend by her 
side: “No comparison — if it had not been for 
decorating the stage, I most assuredly would have 
brought her some more suitable flowers.’ * 

Her idea of suitableness seemed to be in quan- 
tity, not quality. 

Then came our bright Editha with an essay, 
“ Is Honest Ambition an Idle Dream.” 

A hush fell over all as each word came clear 
and distinct. At least one person there felt, per- 
haps, for the first time in his life, a desire to be 
all that he might have been had not his former 
resolutions been short-lived. Finally the impulse 
to make this pure girl his wife arose within him. 
As she ceased reading, a murmur of applause 
greeted her effort, which she acknowledged grace- 
fully. 

A moment later there was passed to the stage 
a basker of the most exquisite flowers that had 
been sent up during the evening. 

Even Mrs. Erleigh turned away, and a flush 
o’erspread her face. It surpassed every other in 


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magnificence. The air was fragrant with the rare 
exotics. As Editha stepped behind the curtain a 
bevy of girls caught the basket. “Was there ever 
anything so lovely ?” 

“Who sent it? What card? ” 

And looking over read: 

“Compliments of Adair Aberdeen.’ 

What girl would not have felt flattered by such 
a gift? 

Then they were hurried away to their friends 
for the reception that followed. As she turned to 
receive her mother’s congratulations, close by 
stood Mrs. Aberdeen and son, Adair. 

“This is my daughter.” 

He bowed low before the pure, womanly girl, 
who extended her hand in thanks for the lovely 
flowers. 

“I think them equisite, and thank you.” 

“Not half so exquisite as the flower who re- 
ceived them,” he said. 

If he ever wished that his life had been differ- 
ent he most sincerely did then, as they walked 
away together. Mrs. Aberdeen felt that if ever a 
prayer ought to be answered, it was that her son 
might take this girl to his heart and be a better, 
a truer man. What mother does not hope to the 
last? Did she think of the great gulf between 


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them? I think not. The man of lax morals and 
the pure girl. 

Perhaps she had a vain hope that this girl 
might work a reformation. Oh, foolish mother! 
u Can the leopard change his spots?” 

After dinner when Adair Aberdeen craved the 
privilege of coming again, she was ready to an- 
swer, “Yes.” Such attention, she knew, was 
with her mother’s approval. Was there anything 
else that could add to Editha’s happiness? 

All unused to such scenes, such flattery, no 
knowledge of the world, she was intoxicated with 
pleasure. 

That night several very happy people put 
their heads on their pillows. Mrs. Erleigh, 
for had not Mme. Morran told her that Evadne 
had surpassed herself; Mrs. Aberdeen, as she felt 
that her one wish might be gratified and her son 
settled for life ; Mrs. La vance, as she was sure Editlia 
would marry wealth and position. Editha herself 
felt proud and flattered by so much attention, yet 
when she at last slept, her dreams were unrestful,, 
filled with music, flowers and Adair Aberdeen. 
Sometimes they would be walking together, again 
he would leave her in some lonely spot. In call- 
ing him she awoke crying; then again she slept to 
find herself lost in some old house; again on the 
mountains with the lightning playing around her; 

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always alone and trying to find her way out of 
some dense forest. 

With a wild cry she sat up, and was thankful 
at finding herself at home, in her own room. 

Was the dream a forewarning of the bright 
future she had looked forward to? Was it to be 
clouded for all time. 


CHAPTER III. 

THE ENGAGEMENT AND DISAPPOINTMENT. 

XT was arranged by Lady Erleigh and Mrs. 
-1- Lavance, whoes places joined, that Evadne 
should have a grand ‘ 1 coming-out ’ ’ ball, and 
such as she wished to retain as friends should 
have their daughters come out at this time. 

Lady Erleigh’s family consisted of her husband, 
two children, Evadne (whom we already know), 
and Alvan, an only" son. In her girlhood days 
Mrs. Erleigh was a reigning society belle, fond of 
pomp and display. Mr. Erleigh, a man of more 
than ordinary intelligence, wooed and won her. 
Finding, after a short courtship and hasty mar- 
riage, that there was not and never could be any 
soul union, he brought his manhood to the front, 
and buried himself more deeply in the legal 
business of Erleigh & Thornwold. Always kind 
and benevolent, he allowed Mrs. Erleigh to carry 
out most of her whims unmolested, and felt that 
he might yet find in the loving care of his first- 
born — his son — what he had failed to find in his 
wife. And well was he repaid, as they were 
knit together in soul, as David and Jonathan of 
old. He insisted on, and did supenintend 
Alvan’ s education from childhood. As the 
son grew into manhood he was possessed of 
noble characteristics, fine physique and man- 
ly bearing, and erased, in a great measure, 

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the disappointments of a life-time. From boy- 
hood Mr. Krleigh had been his confidant and 
companion. 

His father was a man who loved home, but as 
there was very little home-life in the great fash- 
ionable house, constant work filled up the void. 

After A1 van’s return from college, he entered 
at once into his father’s firm as confidential partner. 
And Mrs. Erleigh confided to her dear friend, 
Lady Aisley, with a great sigh, that he was de- 
cidedly odd — so much like his father. 

“He insisted on calling with us one day when 
Lady Darnell’s daughter was here, and, do you 
believe me? asked to see her baby! Imagine 
Evadne’s and my mortification! She had the 
nurse bring baby, and he really held it. I should 
not have been more surprised if he had insisted 
on carrying it home.” 

“Just in the midst of this interesting scene Lady 
Aberdeen and her son, Adair, were announced. 
Poor Evadne, who is equal to any emergency, ran 
right out to the conservatory, and we followed. 

‘ ‘ I told his father of his actions at dinner. He 
only laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, 
saying: 

“ ‘I hope, my son, you may be the father of 
many noble sons and daughters of your own.’ 

“Oh, Lady Aisley, we all have our trials!” 
and her handkerchief went up to her eyes. 


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“Now, if he only had the style of Sir Aber- 
deen or other young men, take a cigar or wine, 
what comfort! Oh! I must bear it. If I only 
had married Lord Arnough ! 

“You recollect at Commencement Alvan in- 
sisted on presenting Evadne with a simple bunch 
of forget-me-nots tied with a white ribbon, and 
his father sent a white lilly. It keeps Evadne 
and I busy covering up their horrid mistakes. It 
was such a missalliance on my part when I married 
Mr. Erleigh. Oh, dear!” and the lace-broidered 
handkerchief covered the eyes, and prevented 
further conversation. 

When Lady Erleigh announced at breakfast 
next morning her intention of having a “grand 
coming-out ball” for Evadne there was not a dis- 
senting voice. 

Alvan was pleased with a secret hope of meet- 
ing the young graduate who had so strangely 
touched his heart at Mine. Morran’s. 

The ball was to be the affair of the season. 
All was hurry and bustle. Invitations sent, 
dresses ordered, friends consulted. 

At last the eventful night came. Crowd after 
crowd filled the spacious parlors. Mrs. Erleigh 
was here, there and everywhere. 

The grand promenade passed up the long par- 
lors, headed by Evadne on Sir Aberdeen’s arm. 
She was arrayed gorgeously in old rose and chif- 


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fon; and she and Editha, in her pale pink dashed 
over with white roses, looked not unlike two bright 
stars — rather sun and moon of opposite splendor. 

Aberdeen claimed the first dance with Evadne. 
Alvan followed with Editha, whom, it was plain to 
be seen, was the belle of the ball-room. Little 
groupes hovered around her. Foremost in one of 
these was Alvan. 

She was drawn to him by a subtle attachment, 
a restful feeling of ease and quiet. This arrange- 
ment pleased Mrs. Erleigh more than they knew. 
She felt satisfied that Editha — well, she and Alvan 
would do. He, perhaps, would not do any better 
with his queer notions and odd ways, so she was 
graciousness itself. 

Evadne might yet be Mrs. Aberdeen. She 
felt sore about the lovely basket — Aberdeen’s gift 
to Editha at Commencement. 

Meeting Mrs. Lavance, she said laughing 
lightly: 

“My dear Mrs. Lavance, perhaps Alvan — well, 
well, I can’t say — I’ll not object, though he is so 
odd. And has it never occurred to you, dear Mrs. 
Lavance, that Editha is inclined to be a little — oh, 
just a little odd? 

“Have you noticed Sir Aberdeen has paid 
quite marked attention to Evadne? 

“Well, well! If he only had a title! But one 
can’t have everything. Their estate and name 


IS MARRIAGE} A FAILURE}? 


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are the oldest in the country; but I do not dare 
even hint such a thing — her father and Alvan 
would go wild.” 

Just then other guests were ushered in, with 
them Mrs. Abbyford and son, Adelbert — staid, 
dignified — a man of perhaps eight and thirty, too 
young looking to have the hair touched here and 
there with threads of silver. He possessed a 
warm, cordial manner, both winning and kindly. 
What a royal greeting was extended them by 
Alvan and his father as they passed through the 
ball-room. Adelbert stopped, saying: 

‘ ‘Who is that graceful girl standing by Sir 
Aberdeen? ” 

He passed out with rather a quiet bow to : all. 
After that dance Alvan said: 

‘‘Allow me to present Mrs. Abbyford.” 

Editha looked into a beautiful, serene face, 
little dreaming how her life would be entwined 
with this one. 

The ball closed, to be followed by others; but 
ere this one closed, a young, inexperienced girl 
had given her life and future prospects into the 
keeping of another. 

Was he worthy of this sacred trust? 

Time will tell. 

On reaching home Editha went at once to her 
mother’s room and told her all. Sir Aberdeen 


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had asked her to be his wife. To say Mrs. La- 
vance was pleased does not express it. She was 
jubilant as she said: 

“ Bless you, my child; I hope you will be very 
happy.” 

A thrill — not of pleasure, but pain — passed 
through the mother’s heart. 

u Oh, mother, I do not care to marry; I can 
talk with him, but when he leaves me I feel rested 
and happier. Mother, is there no such thing as 
love? I do not love Sir Aberdeen. May I tell 
him so tomorrow when he calls to see you?” 

“Not for world’s. You silly child! to throw 
away such an opportunity. ’ Tis a chance of a 
life-time. Most girls would be flattered, but you 
are odd, Editha, very odd. I will not insist, yet 
I feel you will make a serious mistake if you re- 
fuse. Mrs. Erleigh admitted tonight she hoped 
that Evadne would be Mrs. Aberdeen. You will 
think better of it tomorrow; so good-night, and 
happy dreams, Mrs. Aberdeen, that is to be.” 

Mrs. Eavance was very gracious when Mr. 
Aberdeen begged for an early day — six months at 
least. When he left the house it was to be three 
months from that day, Editha’ s nineteenth birth- 
day. Her first sensations were those of something 
wrong. She would have liked more time to pre- 
pare. There seemed to be something lacking. 
Her maidenly instincts were pained in consenting 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


25 


to such a hurried marriage. Her dreams had 
been of a gallant lover, a long courtship delight- 
fully romantic, with interchange of loving little 
notes and epistles; some long, moonlight strolls, 
hesitation and pleading, some girlish romance, 
before finally consenting. And now it was all 
settled so entirely different from what she had 
wished and thought. She could not prevent it 
now, but it was not as she had thought of it. 

Surely this was not the spirit of a happy bride, 
the wedding following so quickly after the an- 
nouncement. It was to be a quiet affair, as Mrs. 
Lavance’s health was somewhat impaired; and 
Editha had always thought of a brilliant little church 
wedding with two or three school -girl friends as 
brides-inaids; and now it was all so entirely differ- 
ent, she felt a sense of pain when she thought of it. 

To say that Mrs. Erleigh was scandalized would 
feebly express it. 

“No accounting for taste,” she said, “If she 
and Alvan had married.” 

She looked across the table at Alvan, little 
dreaming what a blow this same announcement 
had been to his fondest hopes. 

His father knew, as Alvan, in his despair and 
sorrow, had written Editha, asking for her love, 
and had received in reply a note that said she 
was already engaged to Sir Aberdeen. 


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“If it had been anyone worthy of her, father, 
I could have borne it better. Shall we rest?” 

His father understood, and astonished Mrs. 
Erleigh and Evadne by asking at dinner if they 
would like to go abroad for the fall and winter, 
the very thing they had been planning, as a for- 
eign title was the only thing left. 

“So opportune for Evadne; she need not then 
attend Editha’s wedding — it would be awkward — 
and we can’t afford to offend Lady Aberdeen, 
Adair’s mother. You must really secure a for- 
eign title.” 

For once the family were fully agreed, and 
sailed away together — one to conquer the boy’s 
first heart ache, the other bent on causing some 
one’s heart to ache, if possible. 


CHAPTER IV. 


IN THE NET. 

When they had reached the continent, Mrs. 

Erleigh insisted on taking a house as she had 
a number of friends and was determined not to leave 
the Old World until her daughter was a titled 
bride. They had not long to wait until an Earl 
put in an appearance. By dint of inquiry he soon 
learned that they were quite well-to-do Americans 
with an only daughter, but was somewhat cha- 
grinned to find that there was a son also. Never- 
theless he thought this a very sure way out of his 
difficulties and determined to try, as any one with 
a title had an entry to Mrs. Erleigli’s good graces. 
He was Evadne’s shadow. Mrs. Erleigh was 
pleased at this mark of distinction when he first 
made known his wish. Evadne, after consult- 
ing with her mother, referred him to her father. 

Mr. Erleigh had noticed that at dinner he had 
drunk wine to excess. He looked up with a frown 
when he was announced next morning as wishing 
a private interview. Mr. Erleigh motioned him 
to a chair and noticed his flushed face and bleared 
eyes. 

“You wished to see me, ,, said Mr. Erleigh. 

“You have, I understand, an only daughter. 
I called to see if I could — if you — if we could ar- 
range a marriage settlement?” 


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“Do I understand that you desire to make a 
marriage settlement on my daughter?” 

“Well, rather you — I — you would, ” said the 
Earl. 

Mr. Erleigh arose to his feet. 

“You are the Earl of Eouren, I believe?” 

“ I hold that honorable title sir.” 

“Then, my honorable sir and Earl, I refuse to 
even talk with you of my daughter, as you are the 
worse for wine. I will overlook this offense but 
do not repeat it. ” 

“But, sir, you will not refuse me a chance to 
well to — to — plead my cause.” 

“I refuse you even the privilege of calling 
here again, and bid you good morning.” 

“Just what one might expect from an Ameri- 
can.” 

“ Thomas,” as the footman appeared, “show 
the Earl to his carriage, and assist him; he is ill .” 

Mr. Erleigh was a quiet man, but when 
aroused he was austere. Going to his wife’s room 
he found her alone with Evadne, and related 
what had passed. 

“Do not let me hear any more about this 
Earl!” 

They both knew that was at an end; Mrs. Er- 
leigh saying, “ there are worse faults for a young 
man than drinking wine.” 

A month later Mr. Erleigh was not surprised 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


25 


when Count La Orvel knocked at the library door. 
He had felt for some time that this would be the 
outcome of the many visits of the Count, as 
Kvadne and her mother left nothing undone to 
attract and hold him, since the unlucky episode 
with the Earl. 

4 c I have no doubt, ” Mrs. Erleigh said to her- 
self many times during the day, “my daughter 
will be the Countess.” 

Mr. Erleigh could but admire the manly bear- 
ing of the Count as he came straight to the point 
in a business like way. 

“ I love your daughter and come to ask her 
hand in marriage.” 

Mr. Erleigh smiled. 

“ I admire your pluck, Count La Orvel, thus 
to beard the lion in his den and ask for my little 
girl. As you are a man of judgment I have one 
objection to you personally. Your age and posi- 
tion are such that it seems my daughter would 
not be a suitable wife. She is a mere school-girl. 
I would wish her to know more of girl-hood, and 
in fact be better fitted for the responsible duties 
of wife and mother, before she assumes them, and 
marry one of our own country, that she may live 
near us.” 

“You do not object to international marriage, 
then?” 

“ By no means, my dear sir; they are produc- 


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tive of the greatest possible good. From inter-mar- 
riage with the German and Italian nations we have 
the music and art; from France, beauty and cul- 
ture; from the Scotch, integrity and what we call 
grit; from Ireland, patriotism and intellect; from 
the English nation morality and the Americans 
in return supply the indomitable will and the ner- 
vous energy . 1 * 

4 4 They call me a Count — ’ ’ 

44 4 A man’s a man for a’ that and for a’ that,’ ” 
said Mr. Erleigh. 

* 

Both gentlemen laughed. 

“Then,” said the Count, 44 there can be no se- 
rious objection.” 

4 4 My dear sir, this is a matter of a life-time 
and requires mature deliberation. I would like 
my children near me, and it would be impossible 
to leave her here, even with so good a protector.” 

“Thanks, Mr. Erleigh. Will you not trust 
me to be all and more than father and mother. I 
am amply able, financially, to gratify her every 
whim.” 

4 4 That proves to me you do not understand 
women thoroughly, as you would find that a very 
difficult matter. My daughter, I am sorry to say, 
has not had a practical education and is, therefore, 
not fitted as yet lor the honorable position which 
you so kindly offer. Would you marry her if you 
thought she was marrying you for title only? She 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


31 


is not old enough yet to know her own heart. We 
are simple Americans without wealth. I would 
have you consider this and feel, my dear sir, I am 
the best judge in the matter.” 

“But does my love count for nothing, Sir Er- 
leigh?” 

“ It is for this very reason I withhold my con- 
sent. Do you wish a loveless wife.” 

‘ ‘ Sir Erleigh, my own strong love cannot but 
find a response in the heart of your daughter.” 

Mr. Erleigh sighed as he thought of his own 
marriage. 

“I will say this, wait two years, and then, if 
my daughter still has this at heart, I will give 
you my blessing. Sir, I would to heaven she re- 
ciprocated all you feel, and was in every way fitted 
to be your wife in deed and in truth. As yet her 
mind is unformed — her education superficial; in 
two years she will have had time for deliberation, 
and, as I have said, I will not then oppose. I 
respect you and love my child, and would wish 
you both the happiness you crave.” 

He then arose. 

As the foreign count and the American gentle- 
man stood looking at each other, I doubt if you 
could find two men who so thoroughly admired 
each other. In each there was the true manhood; 
one with the fire of love kindled and glowing, the 
other with the fire burned low and the ashes giv- 


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in g the wider experience. Their hands meet, but 
no words were exchanged. 

As the Count retired, Mr. Erleigh sank back 
in his chair, with his elbow on the table. He 
leaned his head on his hand and dwelt on his own 
courtship. Was it not the same — in haste, a 
pretty face and a long life, sometimes so lonely; 
and yet, he smiled as he thought of the son — how 
he had, in a measure, filled the aching void. 

He was aroused by light foot-steps coming 
along the hall ; the door was opened, he saw L,ady 
Erleigh with a lace handkerchief — this he knew 
meant hysteria; and, after he arose and placed a 
chair for her, she sank into it and applied the 
hankerchief to her eyes. 

“A headache, my dear?” 

Then came the first gun of open rebellion. 

“Just as I expected! I told the Count you 
would not consent. Two years! Why, you are 
mad! Do you think the Count will wait two 
years? And a chance of a life-time lost! You 
must, you shall consent!” and a flood of angry 
tears finished this sentence. 

“My dear, do you know what this means — 
this marriage of that mere child to this man of 
double her age? Is she in any way fitted for this 
most responsible position? Think of her here, we 
in America! I cannot consent. In two years, if 
she is prepared and fitted for this most important 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 33 

step in her life, then, and not until then, will I 
give my consent.” 

“You would ruin the prospects of our child; 
when the prize is in hand, you dash it from us; 
and when we have exerted every nerve to bring 
this match about. It will break the child’s heart 
and ruin her prospects. She shall marry him 
whether you consent or no!” and there was an- 
other flood of tears. 

“Mrs. Erleigh, listen to reason; do you know 
what this means? ” 

“Yes, I know; if an insignificant American 
has a chance for a title, they are mad not to take 
it, and I say, using your own words, only an insig- 
nificant American would marry for a title.” 

“Do you think a true American, or foreigner 
either, for that matter, would marry for a title? 
Yet, if all things, being equal, they should thus 
marry, would this constitute true marriage?” 

“No, by no means.” 

“Then what can we expect of this marriage 
if our daughter should marry for this title? No; 
let us wait, and if it is based on true love it will 
withstand the storms of two years; if not, so much 
the better.” 

“But surely you can find no fault with this 
Count?” 

“Far from it! He is a man in every way 


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IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


worthy of the best love of some sensible woman ; 
-not of a frivolous child .’ * 

i 1 That is all the respect you have for your 
Own,” and the strong hysteria came on again. 

As Mr. Erleigh was accustomed to these 
storms, he sighed and turned to the table. 

Mrs. Erleigh, still with the handkerchief to 
her eyes, left the room in a most indignant state, 
and going to Evadne’s room, where she was sure 
of finding her (as she and her mother both left, 
the parlor together alter the Count had told them 
of his disappointment, and after he had been as- 
sured by Mrs. Erleigh that it would be all right), 
mother and daughter decided to remain there and 
have their meals sent to their rooms, acting the 
role of the abused wife and broken-hearted child 
— seeing no one except the Count — until one day 
when they appeared at dinner with a number of 
friends and announced the engagement. Mrs. 
Erleigh was all smiles and in the seventh heaven 
of delight. 

If Mr. Erleigli’s face wore a shade of anxiety 
no one noticed it excepting those who knew how 
near this lay to his heart. 

After a strong appeal to Evadne, which only 
ended in hysteria, he washed his hands of it all, 
telling the Count he did not oppose, and yet he 
could not consent; hoping in his heart this man 
might have all lie craved in this marriage with his 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 35 

daughter, and yet doubting even its possibility. 

Not to lose ground, Lady Erleigh sanctioned 
the Count’s request for the marriage to take place 
before the family sailed for America. 

When Mr. Erleigh was consulted, he said: 

“It matters little whether two or six months 
hence.” 

Yet the Count felt ill at ease in regard to the 
father, and when he called again to urge no delay, 
he sought out Mr. Erleigh, who was alone read- 
ing. In his impetuous lover-like haste, he stepped 
in, crossed the room, and in his graceful way, 
Lneeling, bowed his head, saying: 

“Will you not grant your blessing on our 
union, my father?” 

“My son, I do most heartily pray God’s richest 
blessing on you both,” and the tears gathered in 
the eyes of Mr. Erleigh. “And,” assuming a 
merrier ■ mood, “I, as a representative of our 
proud nation, America, I pardon you.” 

As the Count stood laughing before Mr. 
Erleigh there was a suspicion of tears in his eyes. 

Once again the two representatives of different 
nations stood looking at each other; then, arm in 
arm they left the room. 

So it was arranged that the wedding, to please 
Mrs. Erleigh, should be celebrated with great 
pomp in St. James. 


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“It will sound so well on the cards,” she said 
to Evadne. 

The eventful night arrived. It was clear, cold 
and moonlight. 

The old church was gay with garlands of ever- 
green, and banked with American beauties, inter- 
spersed with stars and stripes trailing to the very 
floor. The whole place was flooded with light 
brighter than the noon day. 

As the last strains of the wedding march 
trembled on the air, the Rector, an old man prac- 
tically deaf, stood to support the deans in sur- 
pliced array. 

“Who gives the bride away?” 

“I do,” said Mr. Erleigh. 

“And the Lord have mercy on his soul,” said 
the old man. 

Even Mr. Erleigh smiled at this, as it so 
voiced the inner sentiment of his own soul. But 
the ceremony went on, and if there were those 
that heard, they did not understand. 

Mrs. Erleigh was completely carried away 
when she at last could say in truth: “My 
daughter, the Countess.” 


CHAPTER V. 


THE MOUNTAIN FEN. 

g^LVAN and two young American gentlemen 
who had traveled during the winter secured 
rooms at the Mountain Fen, at the foot of the 
hill, so as to enjoy to the full the mountain scen- 
ery during the lovely springtime. Once they 
set off for the day with well filled hampers, when 
their host had said, ‘ ‘twelve miles above there is 
a cottage, and there you will find guides.” 

As they traveled up the incline they came 
across an elderly gentleman and lady sitting on a 
plateau. They bowed and passed on. Two miles 
farther on they descry three persons While they 
were wondering who the travelers could be, they 
were startled by a shrill scream, in a girlish voice, 
and saw a small boulder rolling down the now 
steeper decline. It struck one of the dwarf 
shrubs, changing its course somewhat, and rolled 
down the opposite side out of sight, not far before a 
bundle. Each looked in wonder. Alvau, quick 
to perceive, jumped forward and caught it as it 
rolled to his feet. His astonishment was so 
great he could not speak when he saw the bundle 
was a young lady, covered with leaves, grasses and 
dirt — tattered and torn. He raised her up against 
his knee, limp and faint. The others came to his 
rescue and undoing their blankets made a bed for 

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her, using their brandy and water flasks freely. 
Alvan who had taken his handkerchief and used 
it as a towel, bathing her face and hands, Avas re- 
warded by seeing a pair of blue eyes open, then 
close again. 

By this time two very scared young girls came 
down the mountain side. 

u O! Is she killed? Is she killed?” they asked 
in chorus: 

They were assured, by one who was a young 
medical student, that she had swooned, and was, 
apparently, otherwise uninjured. 

The girls then explained that the lady and 
gentleman, farther down were their chaperons 
who were waiting for them at the first plateau 
until their return. 

As they were resting on three small boulders 
Miss Alwyne’s had, from some unaccountable 
cause, loosened and rolled down. She had strug- 
gled to regain her foot hold, lost her balance and 
followed, the impetus being caused by the steep 
decline. 

By this time, owing to the strenuous efforts 
put forth by the young men Miss Alwyne was 
able to sit up and take a swallow or two of brandy 
and water. Finding she was not seriously hurt 
she looked up and burst out sobbing. 

Alvan was still on his knees by her side sup- 
porting her with his arm. 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


39 


As the young medical student looked at Alvan’s 
distressed face and the beautiful young thing who 
had tumbled down upon them, his power of resist- 
ance gave way, and he burst into a merry peal of 
laughter, which had the desired effect. 

The tears ceased and the clear girlish voice 
joined his. Alvan, too, seeing the ridiculous 
side, joined. By and by the contagion spread to 
all and peal after peal of laughter rang out over 
the mountain side, doing more to clear away the 
confusion than any amount of words could have 
done. 

By the time Miss Alwyne had recovered from 
fright, and could speak again without laughing, 
she showed her good sense by requesting that 
their chaperon might not be disturbed by the ac- 
cident, as it had proved harmless. 

The young gentlemen then introduced them- 
selves and proposed that they should all lunch to- 
gether and give Miss Alwyne a chance to recover, 
wdien they would continue and return together. 

Alvan proposed to his comrades that they go 
around the bluffs to a cave, allowing the young 
ladies to prepare the lunch. They acted on his 
suggestion. As they proceeded he explained to 
them that Miss Alwyne would have a chance to 
straighten up. 

When they returned in the course of an. hour. 


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they found a nice lunch, and a young girl with a 
rosy face greeted them. 

“ You see I am clothed and in my right mind, 
if part of my wardrobe is at the foot of the moun- 
tain.” 

Again the mountains rang with laughter. 

As the mountain breezes bore away the spirit 
of sorrow, in this first real mirth which had en- 
tered A1 van’s' heart since his sorrow for Editlia; 
so they wafted into his heart a new joy. 

Every now and then he burst out with a quiet 
laugh. A joyous smile was on his face; a new 
spirit reigned in his heart. 

Rest had restored Miss Alwyne to her former 
self. 

When the lunch was done full justice to, 
which required another hour, they were then 
ready for the proposed trip of a mile or two, far- 
ther on. There they would rest again, after 
which the y6ung ladies could return to their 
friends. 

Alvan claimed Miss Alwyne for his special 
charge. She took the hand he held out to her, as 
a child might, with perfect trust. 

Soon the young ladies proposed starting on 
the return trip, and Alvan suggested that they 
should all return together, that they might see 
the ladies safely down. All heartily coincided in 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


41 


this, and when the young people reached Mr. and 
Mrs. Alwyne they, amidst many peals of laugh- 
ter, told of the accident and A1 van’s kindness. 
The Alwy lie’s were delighted to find that the 
young men were stopping at the Mountain 
Fen and proposed all return to the mountains 
and spend a week at the Travelers Rest, allow- 
ing the young people the freedom of the moun- 
tains. 

The last rays of the setting sun bathed the 
mountains and valleys in a lovely amber and gold 
as they descended. 

Alvan called it the Peaceful Valley — enjoying 
such peace in his own soul. When he went up 
this morning his heart was full of pain — this 
evening, such a peace reigned within. Was it 
the dawn of a new life? He was so happy he 
could not sleep, and passed the time until mid- 
night writing his father a long account of all that 
had transpired and finished with, “Father, her 
name is Thelma Alwyne; don’t you think it love- 
ly? And she is an angel, too.” When Mr. 
Erleigh finished reading this letter he hastened to 
reply, saying that it was the first time he ever 
learned that angels were named Thelma, and he 
hoped Alvan would not go to live with angels yet 
a while. 

After finishing the letter to his father Alvan 
indulged in a long dream, what it was we shall 


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see. Arousing himself he found it almost two 
o’clock. Going to the window he looked out. 
The myriad stars were shining in the sky, the 
earth rested in a halo of peace; was it this that* 
filled his soul with all the fullness of joy? 

And when he put his head on the pillow, it 
was to dream pleasant dreams of angels covered 
with flowers, peeping out of leaves, and floating 
over all, but they always had Thelma’s face. 

When at last he awoke, it was with the bright 
sunlight streaming in his window. 

Hurrying on his dressing gown he walked 
over and opened the window. Such a song of 
birds and odor of spring flowers was wafted in ! 
How his heart drank it in! Looking in the glass, 
he hardly knew himself, there was such a changed 
expression in his face and eyes. 

Upon going to the breakfast room he found 
the party had already breakfasted and were on 
the lawn. 

When at last he reached them they all ex- 
claimed at his appearance. His tired look was 
gone. In its place was the bright, boyish, laugh- 
ing face of old. 

Going over to Thelma, h inquired, very 
anxiously, the effects of the accident. 

She blushed and smiled so sweetly that Alvan 
wondered how he could ever have thought of 


IS MARRIAGE* A FAILURE? 


43 


anyone else. He felt as if he had known her 
always. 

It was arranged they should set out for the 
Travelers Rest, after an early lunch, and spend a 
week there. 

At the end of that time they returned, but not 
before Alvan had told Miss Alwyne that he loved 
her and had been told that he might speak to her 
guardian. 

Alvan lost no time in going to Mr. Alwyne. 

U I love Miss Thelma; will you sanction our 
union? I am an American citizen and my father 
will meet you, I know. 1 have no wealth to offer 
— only love.” 

My dear sir it is not wealth that brings happi- 
ness. The young lady is just from school. Our 
relationship is very remote, nevertheless I stand 
in place of father to her. She is alone in the 
world. I will say, if in time all is well, you have 
my best wishes for your happiness, at present, I 
wish her to travel, and make her own compari- 
sons. You are the first gentleman she has been 
intimately acquainted with, and if her love will 
not stand the test, better know it now than 
later.” 

A twinge of jealous pain passed through 
Alvan’ s heart. He put it away as unmanly, say- 
ing, “you are right, Mr. Alwyne; we will stand 


44 IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 

the test. I feel assured Thelma is too true to do 
other than right.” 

“Well said, $ir. This is not a matter of a day, 
but of a lifetime, and needs careful consideration. 
You are both young and the test will do you 
good.” 


CHAPTER VI. 


MR. ERLEIGH MEETS THELMA. 

W? KN Mr. Erleigh asked liis wife if she 
would not like to go over to the moun- 
tains for a month, she said: 

“If you and that silly boy can find nothing 
better to amuse you, go; but I assure you Evadne 
and I have no desire to go to such an outlandish 
place. You ought to try and use your influence 
and have Alvan thrown in the company of some 
titled ladies, and perhaps he might be settled 
creditably to the family. I would not be at all 
surprised if he should marry one of those peasant 
maids, and have no doubt but what you would 
feel satisfied with his choice.” 

Mr. Erleigh had brought the letter to his wife’s 
room to read, giving them Alvan’ s message, to 
have his mother and Evadne come and see this 
angel ; he was so sure they would love her at first 
sight. 

With a sigh, Mr. Erleigh folded the letter, 
put it in his pocket and went out to write Alvan 
that as Evadne and her mother were very busy 
with the preparations for the wedding, he would 
be with him for a week, and give them his bless- 
ing. 

In his numerous letters Alvan had told his 

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father of his love and hope, as he had all through 
his boyhood days gone to him with every joy or 
sorrow. 

When Mr. Erleigh alighted at the station he 
was surrounded by a bevy of as happy young 
people as it would be possible to find. In the 
background were the elders, who came to wel- 
come the father, feeling assured such a son must 
have a father worth knowing. 

When he first caught sight of Alvan, with 
such a glad, happy face, it repaid him for his own 
self-sacrifice in permitting him to go away. 

The greeting over, he turned to present 
Thelma, who blushed as Mr. Erleigh put his arms 
around her, saying: “God bless my little girl, 
too; I would have known you anywhere by Alvan’ s 
description. Where are the wings? ” turning her 
around with a merry laugh. 

This put them at ease. They felt as if they 
had known each other for years. 

The large carry-all, with four horses, from the 
Mountain Fen, carried back a crowd of merry 
travelers who made the mountains ring with 
“ The Star Spang-led Banner, 

O, long- may it wave, 

O’er the land of the free 
And the home of the brave,” 

interspersed with variations of “None But the 
Brave Deserve the Fair, ” sung by the happy young 
men, who cast significant looks at Alvan, the 


IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? 


47 


merriest of tlie crowd. Many a door was par- 
tially opened to see who the noisy crew were, the 
inmates, no doubt, thinking the American nation 
had failed in cultivating artistic singers, as the 
tones varied to suit the individuals, Messrs. 
Erleigli and Alwyne adding their deep bass, and 
entering into the joyousness of the young people. 

Mr. Erleigli and Alvan repaired to Mr. Alwyne’ s 
room immediately after dinner; then it was settled. 
At the end of three years Mr. and Mrs. Alwyne 
and Thelma should visit the new world, and until 
then Mrs. Erleigli and Evadne should not be 
apprised of the engagement; Alvan would return 
with his father for Evadne’s wedding; the other 
party would continue their trip to France and 
Italy. 

This was a sad arrangement for the young peo- 
ple, although they agreed it was for the best. 

At the end of another joyous fortnight the 
happy party was scattered far and wide, but each 
member would ever keep green in memory the 
happy springtime on the Swiss mountains. 


CHAPTER VII. 

THE SECRET OF HAPPINESS. 


7\ "RAP at Madge’s door was followed by the 
^ entrance of Mrs. Wynan, who came in to 
make a friendly call. 

“You are always so happy; why is it you and 
your husband never have an unkind thought?” she 
inquired. 

“Hush, dear Mrs. Wynan, we are both human. 
Men are very human. We are growing each day 
as nearly into each other’s lives as possible. I 
find that if we expect happiness we must first 
realize the full sense that man lives not for him- 
self alone: then only are we happy. I learned 
this more thoroughly when Arlie was a baby; my 
love for this, our first born, was very great. I 
said to all requests of my husband, was it opera, 
lecture, or what not, ( I can not leave baby.’ He 
dared not stir for fear of disturbing him. The 
house was a den of selfish whims, and if anything 
was said I dwelt on the sacrifices women make for 
men when they give their all, not realizing my 
husband was my other self and just as interested 
in baby as I could be, sacrificing time, home, 
money, and all pleasure for baby, and I also sup- 
porting and arranging every thing for the comfort 
of both. He soon spent his evenings at the club. 
About this time mother came to pay us a visit. 

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The first evening Charles stayed at home. When 
she requested the old family hymn at. bed time I 
answered, k I never play now, it disturbs baby.’ 

“ ‘ Well, and what does baby’s papa* do in the 
evenings for his music?- I believe I remember 
many evenings when baby’s father visited Mar- 
jorie that she had practiced for hours on some new 
piece to entertain him. Few evenings passed that 
he did not come to spend them with her.’ 

“ Both Charles and I sighed. , 

‘ ‘ ‘I sometimes wish for the olden days, ’ lie said. 

“ C I too,.’ was my quick rejoinder, ‘only* I love 
baby so much . 1 

“ ‘Did you ever think this baby link binds you 
closer than any other — this pledge of love? I am 
afraid, Marjorie, that King Royal has made my 
little girl selfish.’ 

“ A blush spread over my face. 

“ ‘Mother, isn’t it Charles? Ought he to ask 
me to play or go out when I devote my time to 
baby? It is wearisome some times when he is 
nervous and cross.’ 

“ ‘And yet Charles is, perhaps, weary and ner- 
vous, too, with the worries of business.’ 

“ Then she deftly changed the topic into one 
of cheery pleasant conversation. 

“We were all surprised. What a pleasant 
evening w T e had passed and I had not been to 

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see baby once. Now I quickly left the room, 
and as quickly returned. 

<c ‘The maid has been reading in the nursery 
and said the music was scarcely audible when the 
door was closed. Baby awoke, laughed and 
crowed, and is again sleeping soundly. ’ 

'“As the good nights were said Charles took 
mother’s hand and kissed it. 

u ‘Thanks, mother, for a charming evening at 
home , ’ laying stress on home. 

“My wise mother knew that Charles and 
I were making a grave mistake very early in 
life and determined to rectify it before she returned 
home. 

4 4 The next evening was lodge night. Charles, 
after a pleasant little after-dinner chat, arose re- 
luctantly to start, saying: 

“‘Tomorrow night is the Grand Opera; will 
you accompany me, mother?’ 

4 4 ‘Thank you, certainly.’ 

44 ‘And perhaps Madge, too?’ hesitatingly. 

44 With a bright good night he was gone. 

“I went over and sat on a low stool by 
mother for one of her good talks, as of old. 

44 ‘Dear child, how is this? You are letting 
Charles slip away.’ 

44 ‘Why, what do you mean? We are happy, 
mother. You don’t think there is anything wrong 
with Charles, do you?’ 


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“ ‘Yes, with Charles and Marjorie too. You 
are both eating your pie-crust without fruit,’ and 
a serious pair of eyes looked up full of interest. 

“ ‘Why was it you did not kiss Charles good 
n.ght? We will have retired when he returns as 
he said he would not be back until about twelve 
o’clock. Then you never thanked him for the 
invitation to the opera; declined without an ex- 
cuse, without even saying, ‘at some future time.’ 
Would you have done this before you were mar- 
ried? Then you left the room without even say- 
ing ‘by your leave.’ ’ 

“ ‘You know, mother, how baby has taken my 
time.’ 

“ ‘Dear child, the selfish excuse of a wife.’ 

“ ‘Then we have been married three years and 
he knows I don’ t mean anything — he is my hus- 
band.’ 

“ ‘I am aware, child, he has surely learned in 
three years that you don’t mean anything social 
or unselfish; yet, laying all jokes aside, he is your 
husband, kind, loving; and is entitled to all this 
because of the fact that he chose you, in preference 
to all others, as the Queen of his heart. Would 
you have met Mr. Dean three years ago in this 
way; with that plain dress; with hair coiled in 
that unbecoming style; without a handshake or a 
good night kiss when he left? If not then, why 
tonight?’ 


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u ‘Mrs. Merivale says it is silly to kiss your 
husband.’ 

“ ‘I have known such women. They are not 
fit associates for my little girl. They perhaps be- 
lieve in the old saying: ‘Kiss someone else’s 
children and husband, and allow your own chil- 
dren and husband to get their kindly words and 
kisses from strangers ’ What homes we would 
have all over this beautiful land if this one idea, 
of allowing our heart’s richest offerings to be laid 
on the home altars, was carried into practice! If 
all our best smiles and kindliest words and deeds 
were acted and spoken to the tired husbands and 
wives while they live and need them, and not re- 
served to decorate cold marble monuments away 
out in the cemeteries! Go out there and you will 
see monuments reaching almost to the blue dome, 
representing large fortunes, do they not read: ‘In 
memory of my beloved husband or wife?’ What 
does he or she, lying so silent there, care for the 
hearts offering at that time? Marjorie, I want 
your best love now, while I need it. Do not have 
a great parade when I am gone. Use the with- 
ered flowers around my room on my coffin — fit 
emblems. Give me the perfume of the roses 
while I need them. Take the money that would 
be required for an expensive monument and floral 
display, and educate some homeless boy or girl. 
Help the living, leave the dead alone with their 
God.’ 


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‘ ‘ ‘Mother, you make me feel as though I had 
committed a crime or wronged Charles. ’ 

“ ‘Child, you have committed a crime against 
love and home; wronged Charles by letting him 
take for granted that you still love him and he 
allowing you to do the same. You say that we 
are old, prosy, married people. Should you plead 
age? You are twenty-three, Charles, twenty- 
eight Why prosy? Take it for granted; I am 
sixty. If I should retire now and leave my little 
girl with a formal good-night, what would she 
think? Surely something wrong! That I did 
not care for her! And it I should offer as an excuse 
that we were old, prosy, mother and daughter, I 
had known you for twenty-three years it would 
not lessen your desire to have me caress you. You 
wrote me that you missed my kisses and even more 
so since baby came. Does Charles forget the kisses 
of baby’s mother? Would you want baby to forget 
your kisses? Why, they are the expressions of 
love.’ 

“Silent tears were coursing down my cheeks. 
‘ Then baby has all of Charles’ kisses, all 
of his wife’s time, and Charles is thrown on 
the mercy of strangers for sympathy, encourage- 
ment and kindly words. God grant you may 
realize the great importance of how often we give 
the best to the sometimes stranger, the most cosy 
corner, the best room, the easiest chair, the most 


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pleasant smile, while to our own, the ‘cool take it 
for granted.’ I would not have you neglect the 
kindly acts and words to the guest, but shower 
them also on your own. Love is unselfish — it is 
the ^ un of the universe, without it all is gloom 
and dreariness. Love comes from the source of 
love, the All Father.’ 

“My good-night meant more than was said 
as I threw my arms around my mother’s neck, 
and exclaimed, ‘ My angle mamma, I love you. ’ 

“Tears stood in my mother’s eyes as she said 
good-night. 

“ ‘This is more than gold and diamonds to me, 
child; as the old prophet in the Good Book says 
‘Words fitly spoken are as apples of gold in pic- 
tures of silver.’ He had doubtless realized this 
in his own life. If you love Charles tell him so.’ 

“Charles was reading his paper as usual next 
morning as I entered the dining-room. He looked 
up as I put my arms around his neck and kissed 
him. He was surprised and pleased. Then he 
put down his paper and looked me over. I had 
crimped my hair, put on my pink dressing sack. 
As he saw this he said, ‘I suppose this is in honor 
of our visitor.’ 

“No, this is in honor of my husband. Mother 
said last night she would not be down early. ’ 

“ ‘Thanks.’ And a happy light shown in his 
eyes. 

“ After breakfast I walked with him to the gate. 


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What a fervent kiss I received, and how the old 
desire came back to ask Charles to come home to 
lunch. Adding liow long the day was while he 
was away. 

“ ‘I am so glad to come but feel it makes extra 
work for you since baby came.’ 

‘ 4 How my face burned to think baby had driven 
Charles out of heart and home. 

“ Re-entering the house after a lingering good- 
bye, I found mother was in the dining-room. 

“ ‘Dear mother, I thank you for opening my 
eyes. How could I have driven my husband so 
far from me by my cool ways? Even telling him 
not to come home for lunch, not even eating 
breakfast with him and then spending my time 
evenings with baby. Poor Charles.’ 

“ ‘Yes, child; I could hardly realize how warped 
my noble-hearted girl had become, in first one sel- 
fish act, then another, until the plant of love was 
withered, almost killed in the soil of selfishness. 
It is such a sensitive, such a frail thing, it will die 
unless well nourished. Well cared for it grows 
into a tree; beautiful and fragrant, . sending., out 
sprouts, twigs and perfume all over the surround- 
ing lands. The influence, Marjorie, going out 
from one loving and unselfish household is untold, 
reaching into the beautiful beyond.” 

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up at Alva, whose eyes suffused with tears as she 
said with emotion, “Mother says you must not 
humor the men too much.” 

She had not visited with Alva as Charles had 
said lie disliked her way of speaking of her hus- 
band. Neither did Madge approve of her con- 
stant spirit of complaint. 


CHAPTER VIII. 


A MISUNDERSTANDING. 

j^C\ J A Wynan lived in a beautiful home close by 
Marjorie and if peace was not within its walls 
it was not the fault of builder or upholsterer; but 
it takes more than four walls and beautiful sur- 
roundings to make a home. 

Let us step into the cosy little dining room 
and see. 

The master of the house had just left the 
lunch table when a peevish voice called: 

“ Frederic, I would like to go to the Carnival 
this afternoon; will you come with me?” 

“ I cannot, dear, as this is one of our unusually 
busy days, and Rand’s man is here on business 
with the firm.” 

“Oh, it is always business, business! I am 
sorry I ever married.” 

u Well, perhaps you are not the only one who 
is sorry. ” 

Lighting a cigar he started down the street 
leaving a very angry woman in his wake. 

u I don’t believe he has business to keep him. 
I’ll see. Mrs. Tliornell says men just make these 
excuses and then go off and have a good time. I 
think she is right.” 

In less than two hours Alva was at the store 
inquiring for her husband. 

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“ He is engaged in his private office, ” said the 
office boy, “and we never disturb him when he is 
busy.” 

“Well, I can wait,” and, as if Fate had fa- 
vored her, after what seemed to her hours, a very 
handsome woman came from the office with a very 
flushed face. She quickly dropped her veil and 
passed out. This was only fuel to the fire. Could 
anything be plainer? Instead of waiting she in- 
quired of one of the bookkeepers who the lady 
was and learned that she was Mrs. Merivale, a 
young widow. What more was needed — a flushed 
face, a sudden dropping of the veil, a widow. 

As she sailed away the clerks looked and 
laughed, knowing well that there was a smoulder- 
ing volcano ready to burst forth. 

Frederic felt sorry for the disappointment he 
had caused his wife and for his rude remarks at 
lunch, and hurrying through the troublesome rou- 
tine of business said: “I’ll deny myself to all 
but the most pressing business calls and leave my 
office early, take Alva for a drive and then to the 
opera tonight. I will get the tickets now,’’ and 
he started off in a very happy frame of mind. 

He was a broad-minded, genial soul, harbor- 
ing no ill-will, and loving wife and home. He 
ordered a bunch of lovely roses and hurried away 
as soon as important business would permit. 

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an Qpera bar, forgetting everything past, and 
meaning to atone for the afternoon’s disappoint- 
ment. 

“ Where is Mrs. Wynan?” he asked the maid 
as he passed her in the hall. 

“ In her room,” was the reply. 

He hastened forward and called to her. There 
was no response. Then he opened the door and 
was astonished to find his wife reclining in a large 
chair with a handkerchief to her eyes. 

“Ah! a headache; I am sorry. I hurried, 
and just on purpose to take you for a drive; but, 
never mind, I’ll stay and read to you. Perhaps I 
can drive away the demon.” 

u You had better take your widow for a drive: 
perhaps she will enjoy it more than I.” 

Frederic looked up astonished. 

“ What is this, Alva?” 

“ Oh, yes! So very innocent. Perhaps there 
was no widow in your office the entire afternoon. 
No wonder you could not accompany me to the 
Carnival.” 

u I assure you Alva there is some mistake.” 

u Perhaps I am blind and don’t know when I 
see a woman coming out of my husband’s private 
office.” 

Frederic, always quick tempered, studied a 
few moments and then jumped up and started for 
the door; he was too provoked to reoly and had 


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tried so many times to control liis hasty temper. 

“Oil, yes; I suppose you recollect it at last.’’ 

Alva, this lady — ” 

“ Don’t say lady to me. No lady would go to 
an office and see a married man. The shameless 
creature!” 

By this time Frederic was half way down the 
stairs, and, as he left, slammed the door. 

Then he asked ‘ what shall I do until evening?’ 
He had left word at the store that he would not 
return that evening and surely it would not do to 
return while he was angry. With that thought 
uppermost in his mind he started for the club 
room, and what was to have been such a pleasant 
evening was ended in gloom and anger by husband 
and wife. 

As he did not return to dinner of course she 
supposed, in her over-strung imagination, he had 
spent his entire evening with the widow — an in- 
nocent little woman who had made a special re- 
quest to speak with a member of the firm in re- 
gard to an over-due bill, and, as Frederic had 
insisted on an early payment, the flushed face and 
dropping veil was the consequence. 

At last, as home was no longer home, Frederic 
insisted on closing the house and taking rooms at 
the hotel. 

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lie spoke pleasantly to one of the ladies, then it 
was she whom he was paying his most direct at- 
tention to. 

Little dreamed Alva how, in her intensely sel- 
fish life, she was driving this noble man away. 

She seemed to care less for this than for dwell- 
ing on her own selfish whims. 

She made every woman in the house her 
confidant and told how she was abused, mistreated 
and shamefully neglected, little realizing she must 
make herself lovable if she wished to be loved. 

It is utterly impossible to compel love, and her 
would-be friends simply widened the breach by 
their gossip. 

With all of this home worry Frederic felt that he 
could not carry on his business successfully. His 
nights were spent in tossing and his days in dread. 
One day he arose in his manhood and said, ‘ 1 Alva 
this must come to an end.” 

“Well, not any too soon to suit me.” 

She had thought that she could bring him to 
her feet again. For once she was mistaken. He 
offered her a separate maintenance and she accused 
him of wanting to install some other woman in her 
place. At last, when she was made to understand, 
through a lawyer, that she could apply for a bill 
of divorcement, she could see but dimly what a 
great mistake she had made. 

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there laughed her to scorn, and other friends, see- 
ing the storm brewing, had fled. 

She, a ship- wrecked mariner, was at sea on ac- 
count of her ill-natured selfishness. When, as a 
last resort, she tried to compromise, Frederic told 
her he could not live with her, as he had ceased to 
love her. She then realized the meaning of ‘ bear 
and forbear.’ 


CHAPTER IX. 

A LIBERTINE TEMPTS A VIRTUOUS WOMAN. 
JT was Editha and Adair’s first Sabbath in their 

new home. As Editha had always been ac- 
customed to attend church— her grandparents be- 
ing of the old school Presbyterians, and her mother 
having adhered strictly to the observance of the 
Sabbath, it was therefore only natural for Editha 
to say to her husband, “Shall we attend church 
this morning, Adair?” 

“I think not. I have a friend or two to din- 
ner to-day.” 

He thought he might just as well commence 
and have her changed to his views at once, as he 
did not believe in these Puritanical notions, as he 
called them. 

Barrington and several rather loud young men 
came to dinner. 

It seemed to Editha that they drank more wine 
^„an was at all prudent. Barrington stared boldly 
at Editha, which caused the blood to come to her 
face from mortification. As she left the dining 
room the gentlemen repaired to the smoking room. 

A few minutes later she heard foot-steps, and, 
looking up, was surprised to see Barrington enter 
the parlor alone. He came close to her. His 
face was flushed from wine. She arose and of- 
fered him a chair, which he drew close to her and, 
with a broad stare, said: 


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“Mrs. Aberdeen, I tliink we are treated rudely 
not to see more of my lady.” 

As Editha supposed it was Adair’s mother 
whom he meant she said: 

“She is not at home to-day, but is spending 
the week at Abbyford. ” 

This was too much for Barrington. He laughed 
immoderately. 

“My dear lady, I assure you it is the present 
Mrs. Aberdeen I mean ; why seclude yourself from 
us in this w T ay? We lose the spice of life if we 
miss the ladies.” 

She tried to appear civil yet felt degraded by 
this man’s too familiar ways, and was horrified 
when he stepped up and put his fingers under her 
chin, saying: 

u I think our friend Adair ought to feel proud 
of his wife.” 

Her astonishment knew no bounds. 

“ Sir, do you realize whom you address?” 

Just then in stepped the others, all more or 
less under the influence of liquor. How her heart 
burned within her as she tried to appear calm; all 
unused to such things, so strange and foreign to 
her ideas of right. This insult of Barrington was 
more than she could bear. How she longed for 
the quiet peace of her own home — the restful 
Sabbath of her girl-hood. 

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asked him if it would not be better to have his 
friends on some other day, as it did not seem right 
to entertain them on the Sabbath, and he replied, 
“ No, little Puritan.” 

He had called her this on every occasion when 
she had tried to speak with him seriously about 
the different things that came up in life. She 
now told him of Barrington’s free manner. He 
laughed in a boisterous way. 

“That’s nothing; it’shis way.” 

“ I do not care to meet him and hope you will 
not invite him here again.” 

He walked off and she saw no more of him that 
night. She breathed more freely, feeling glad of 
this respite from the husband and his friends. 

They left for the shooting lodge next day. 

After they had gone she walked out on the 
veranda to quiet her troubled spirits. Noticing 
some loose roses that climbed over she bent down 
to tie them up. As she raised her head she was 
surprised to see Barrington returning alone. 

‘ I forgot my shooting jacket and had to re- 
turn for it; I felt I could not leave without a word 
to my lovely ‘Lady Macbeth.” 

“Sir, will you leave at once?” 

With that he came close to her, took her hand 
and pressed it to his lips. She snatched it away 
and stepped back. 

“Mr. Barrington, I have told you once for all 


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I cannot permit tliis familiarity! Will you leave 
at once?” 

He dropped on liis knees and said: 

“Mrs. Aberdeen, you are not appreciated as 
you ought to be. If you were mine I would see 
that you were not left alone.” 

‘ 1 Sir, I command you to leave this house at 
once, and in no way ever presume to address me 
again.” 

She walked quickly into the house and closed 
the door. 

She realized, as she sat brooding over this un- 
pleasant affair, that there was nothing in com- 
mon between herself and husband and his 
companions. She wondered if their lives would 
ever be different from what they now were. How 
could her husband be a boon companion to that 
loathsome man? Thus did she, early in life, re- 
alize the mistake of marrying a man she knew 
nothing of, and she broke down in one of her long, 
bitter spells of weeping. She felt it would be im- 
possible to spend a life-time in this way. 

As the days passed first one and then another 
asked her if she was not lonesome when her hus- 
band was absent, and she replied to each, “Yes, 
so lonesome,” but she felt in this she was false. 
She blamed herself for this, and yet, how could 
she tell the world she was glad he was gone? and 
she a bride of only a few months! 


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So it was a constant time of false statements, 
fretting and worrying. Thus early in life had the 
young girl begun living a double life, appearing 
to the world to be a happy, loved and loving wife, 
yet in her innermost soul condemning herself for 
these very acts. Trained from childhood in pur- 
ity, innocence and frankness; she looked at her- 
self with horror as she assumed this different char- 
acter. If at this time she could have had a loyal 
friend to advise with, how different might have 
been the results of her after life. She sometimes 
wondered if the old Presbyterian doctrines were 
not true, that some were foreordained to be saved 
and others lost? Surely such surroundings had 
caused her to sin ; why was this permitted or allowed? 
She blamed heaven for permitting it, and then 
blamed herself for committing the sin — her con- 
science keeping her on the rack. 


CHAPTER X. 

A FAMILY SKELETON UNEARTHED. 

RS. ABERDEEN sat alone looking over her 
1 A work, while a stray smile now and then 
stole on the sweetly serious face, reflecting the 
inward thoughts: “Perhaps it will be different; 
he will love me and it may be different. Mother 
says all men are so.” She arose with a sigh,' her 
eyes full of unshed tears, and, tenderly, lovingly, 
folding the dainty embroidery, lace and ribbons, 
laid them carefully away in her work-basket, as 
she murmured softly to herself: “I shall have 
something to love! Now I’ll prepare for dinner, 
and then take my walk through the park. 
Annette,” she called softly. Her maid appeared: 
“ I will walk before dinner, as mother dines with 
us to-day, and we have three hours yet.” 

A dreamy look came into her eyes as they 
sauntered away through the park. 

Annette, gathering leaves and sprays, wandered 
away, and Mrs. Aberdeen sat down in an old 
rustic chair to rest and dream. She was aroused 
by the prattle of a child, and, looking up, saw a 
little boy, and what struck her most was the 
strong likeness to her husband. Just as he held 
out his little chubby hands with a wild flower, 
someone snatched it away, dragging the child 
back, who showed how he resented this by loud 
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screams. Editha, thinking some rude nurse was 
abusing her charge, and loving children so ten- 
derly, stepped quickly to her side saying, “Let 
the child go; do not punish him, he only offered 
me a flower/’ 

Such a sullen, vicious face was raised to tier’s 
that she involuntarily stepped back in amazement. 

“And so, my fine lady, perhaps you’ll mind 
your own affairs; you have no more rights here 
than I, much less to tell me what I shall or shall 
not do with my own.” 

“ I beg pardon; I was — I thought — ” 

“Who cares what you thought? His father 
said I might come here in the mornings. You ? 
with your fine airs, have no more rights here than 
I have!” 

Annette, hearing loud voices and seeing her 
mistress standing, looking so amazed, hastened to 
her side. 

“Oh, come away! Come away, Mrs. Aber- 
deen,” in her agitation taking hold of her arm and 
pulling her along at a rapid rate. 

Mrs. Aberdeen stopped Annette with the 
question, “Who is this woman? Is the child 
her’s? Why did she get so angry? I am sorry I 
mistook her for a nurse; she was so young looking. 
I must convince her that it was a mistake,” feel- 
ing, in her kind heart sorrow for the ill-will of the 
girl. 


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“Oh, come away, Mrs. Aberdeen; do let us 
go in.” 

‘‘Annette!” Mrs. Aberdeen spoke with dig- 
nity, “ Please tell me who she is, that I may send 
her a note. I see she has walked rapidly in the 
opposite direction, and it will be impossible for 
me to offer her an apology.” 

“ I cannot tell you. I should lose my place if 
I did. It is only hear-say.” 

This aroused all the inquisitiveness of the keen 
intellect. 

“Tell me who this girl and child is Annette or 
most assuredly you will lose your place for not an- 
swering a civil question. What ails you?” seeing 
such a look of distress on the girl’s face. 

“It is — it was — only the cook said she wasn’t 
proper, and you must not know, and — and you — ” 

“Why should I not know? Poor girl! She 
has had her trouble and her head is turned per- 
haps, and what else?” 

“ That the child is — oil! oh! that it looks like 
your husband.” 

She broke down and covered her face with 
her apron, whimpering, “ I wasn’t to tell.” 

Editha stood spell-bound, could hardly realize 
the full meaning of what she had heard. 

Was this so? No it could not be. 

Dazed and stunned she went on, not heeding 
Annette until she reached the house. 


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11 Annette, tell Mrs. Aberdeen I am indisposed 
and will have some tea in my own room. Send 
the cook to me immediately after dinner.” 

“ Yes’m !” and Annette hurried away. 

While waiting for Mrs. Ames, the cook, Editha 
wrung her hands in nervous excitement, feeling as 
though she would suffocate. 

Mrs. Ames came after dinner was over and 
said, without waiting for Editha to speak, “ Han- 
nette, she be such a fool any way, but hits not 
much use minding her. My old man said hit was 
a shame. ” 

“ Mrs. Ames, who i^ the young girl and child 
whom Annette and I met in the park? 7 ’ 

“Hit is the park-keeper’s daughter, Hisadell 

Carter.” 

“ And the child?” 

“ Well they do say hit is — ” 

‘ 1 Whose?” asked Editha, her lace almost as 
white as marble; 4 ‘whose?” 

“ Her’s.” 

“ What more?” 

“And that — but hit is lie’rsa’ — that — well, my 
lady, it is nothing but, my old man’s chat, and 
he is daft.” 

“Mrs. Ames, will you tell me what is said, at 
once?” 

“Well, they do say the master did see her as 
..is misses, but that was before you came; and hit 


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looks like him as two peas,” with one horrified 
glance at the face of the girl wife. 

Editlia sank down on the bed, lying so cold 
and still with her blue eyes half open and her soft 
hair, with its glint of gold, strewn over the white 
counter-pane which was not as white as her own 
pale cheeks. 

A dumb terror came over Mrs. Ames as she 
rang the bell in peals. The sound of hurrying 
feet came along the hall and Editha’s mother en- 
tered the room. 

She hurried to the bed and pulled aside the 
silken draperies; then, such a cry as rang through 
the house; it curdled the blood in their veins, and 
sitting bolt upright Editha stared wildly around. 

The cook stole out amidst the wild confusion. 

Mrs. Lavance put her arms around her child. 

“Editha, what is it?” 

“I will not believe it; I cannot believe it. 
Mother, it is not so,” almost screamed the now 
frantic girl. “ Tell me it is false — all false; but 
I feel it; I know it, Oh, why did you say it?” 

Another shriek, so unearthly, that it brought 
Mrs. Aberdeen oil the scene. One look, then, 
owing to her well-schooled nerves, .she ordered all 
from the room. 

1 1 Roland, send Parks for the doctor at once. 
Mrs. Lavance, do not talk toiler. Editha,” going 
to the side of the now frantic girl, “ your unlady- 


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like excitement is unpardonable. We are not ac- 
customed to such public demonstrations.” 

It all fell unheeded on the ears of the poor 
girl, who now sank down in another swoon, lying 
so cold and still, that even Mrs. Aberdeen, with 
all her self-control, showed that she feared the 
worst. 

Just then Dr. Atherton entered, and, going 
hastily to her, assured them that life was not ex- 
tinct. He shook his head as he ordered the best 
nurse to be brought immediately, and remained 
after sending for the noted Dr. Rehold. 

With anxious hearts they waited through the 
long night and all the next day. When the doctor 
came out of the room in the evening, to return 
again and remain, he said there was hope. He 
feared the worst from this great nervous shock, 
then asked: “What caused it? ” 

No one knew; so th doctors hoped and 
questioned. 

What a blessed thing is oblivion to pain and 
sorrow ! 

Was it life or death? The little life that she 
had looked forward to as a solace in her own 
lonely life, had gone out with one faint sigh, 
never more to know of earthly sorrow. Thus had 
the mother, in her wild agony, saved herself 
many future days of pain and suffering. 

For weeks there was little hope, only that life 


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still existed. By and by, her strong constitution 
triumphed. Under the skillful treatment of the 
two noted physicians she slowly came back to life, 
but such a change’ ^ r ou would not know our 
Kditha of old 


CHAPTER XL 


no worse: than other men. 

you send Mr. Aberdeen to me?” was 
the request Editha made one morning. 

He came into the room with a shuffle, after 
taking a brandy and soda. He was wont to say, 
“ Take a brandy and soda if you are going through 
a trying ordeal.’ ’ 

He had not seen her since her sickness. She 
had begged so piteously not to allow anyone to 
see her, that the doctor said it was best to admit 
no one for fear of a relapse. Since her convales- 
cence she had her meals in her own room, and 
had seen Mrs. Aberdeen at intervals. 

Adair had heard the tale of the park encounter 
and nerved himself accordingly, but was not pre- 
pared to see the sad, pale face. 

Editha did not rise to meet him, she felt to do 
so would unnerve her, and she must meet this 
trial face to face. Now that the opportunity had 
come she could not speak but sat staring like one 
demented. The white face and wild-staring 
eyes, would have unnerved anyone with less sang- 
froid than Adair. 

“What will my lady have? You sent for 
me,” holding out his hand in a friendly way. 

She drew back, and put up her hands as if to 
ward off something uncanny. 


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Her tongue was mosened. 

“ Mr. Aberdeen, we will meet henceforth as 
strangers: I sent for you to tell you this.” 

“ Well, Little Puritan, and why?” 

“ Need you ask me why? This woman who is 
the mother of your child will answer. If you 
have one spark of manhood left you will go to 
her and right this great wrong, if you can. But 
that is impossible. You have wronged me also 
beyond repair. Why did you make me an accom- 
plice in this great evil against this woman and 
helpless child? Had I known this, I would have 
cut off my right arm before I had done this 
thing.” 

She felt like giving way in her great misery. 

“ I’m no worse than other men. I did not 
want to marry her, and you just let that business 
alone. Aren’t you provided for? I’ll see she 
don’t worry you, and I’ll dismiss half of these 
gossiping servants. You’ll think better of this 
tomorrow.” He stood leaning with his elbow on 
the mantle, as if he needed support then stepped 
forward as if he would come to her. 

u Stay, do not come nearer! I never wish you 
to mention my name again in connection with the 
woman you have betrayed.” She arose to her 
feet, every line of her tall figure uplifted to its 
fullest height, tingling -with burning indignation; 
the girlish face quivering with pain. 


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“Is this your code of honor, that you would 
keep a wife and a mistress? ” 

An uneasy laugh broke from Adair. 

“ I think you are not responsible for what you 
say, to talk like this.” 

“I am aware of one thing/’ said Editha, “that 
our marriage is a grand failure, and well it may 
be when every underlying principle is wrong. 
We will henceforth meet as strangers.” 

She turned and sank wearily into the chair, 
covered her face with her hands, then burst into 
one of those terrible paroxysms of weeping that 
had been the only means that had saved her 
reason. This left her in a low state of prostration, 
which lasted for days, and was followed by a mor- 
bid desire to see no one, and to be entirely alone. 
It w^as only the past week that she had been able 
to walk out each day with the nurse. 

When they came to the lake she would beg 
the nurse to leave her alone. Then she would 
brood over her woes, and hug them to her as a 
friend. 

When Adair Aberdeen stepped out of his room 
that day and went to his mother’s, it was to have 
a confidential talk; but what passed between 
mother and son will never be known. 

He left her room muttering. 

Mrs. Aberdeen was determined to hide this 
breach from the world, and that could only be ac- 


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complislied by having a series of house parties. 
Invitations were out for several ladies, the gen- 
tlemen having gone for a month’s shooting. Per- 
haps in time all would calm down, and this one 
more wrong act of her son would be hidden from 
the world. 

She broached the subject to Editha, who tried 
to inform her of her decision to separate .quietly 
from Adair. To that Mrs. Aberdeen replied: 
“We will not dismiss family grievances at present, 
my dear; it is quite necessary to forget or lose 
sight of the little cares and whims.” 

Editha turned away sick at heart. 

Was it a whim? Was she in a measure to 
blame as well as Adair? Why had she not known 
more of him before she married? Why not have 
waited? But she could not help herself and fell 
again to weeping. 

Mrs. Aberdeen was not a women who was ' 
cruel by nature, but she was of a family which 
had some of the best of blood in its veins. In the 
past generation there had been a disreputable 
great grand father in the family, and by the laws 
of transmission, the evil had developed in her 
son. She, with several other members of her 
family, had so strongly and persistently ignored 
this man for his loose morals, that, as if out of re- 
venge of this, her son had inherited all of his 
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sleepless nights. Yet those who knew her 
doubted if she knew anything of his many 
escapades. 

At heart she was one who suffered and was 

silent. 

All gave her credit for having long since 
ceased to feel, so carefully had she guarded her 
words and actions.. That she was a woman of 
many resources was to be seen in her move to 
bring peace out of chaos, and yet keep her family 
skeleton from view. This move proved most 
skillful. 

The invitations were sent after the shooting 
party had gone. 

c ‘ Editha would be so lonely, and must have 
company after her long illness, as she was inclined 
to melancholy, ” Mrs. Aberdeen informed her dear 
friend. She was ready to sacrifice all else to 
have her returned to her wonted health, and only 
by lively company could this be accomplished. 

Her secret hope was, it will prevent open 
rupture and scandal. 

They could take her abroad as soon as she was 
able to travel, and surely Editha and her son would 
patch up this misunderstanding in some way, as 
she termed it to herself. Indeed, she was truly 
willing to sacrifice herself to bring this about. 
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was striving for the right. She still hoped that 
Editha would reform this son of her love. She 
had yet to learn that it is a mistaken task to 
imagine a pure young girl can reform a blase 
man, who has spent his boyhood and young man- 
hood in immoral ways, and bad company. 


CHAPTER XII. 


TREADING ON DANGEROUS GROUND. 

||JnE day as Editha was taking one of her long 
walks through the park, she sat down to 
rest. Soon she was conscious of some one coming 
toward her. 

She raised her eyes and beheld a mail ap- 
proaching. His dark hair was tinged with gray, 
and a pair of brown eyes were lifted as he bowed 
and passed on. 

Her heart .beat almost to suffocation as she 
arose and walked to the next chair and sank into 
it. What was it, this strange feeling, was it fear? 
No, a pain; really a pleasant pain, with an inward 
knowledge that something strange had happened 
in her life! She felt a desire to know who he 
was? A pleasant hope, that helped in her des- 
pair, thrilled her as she wondered if she would 
ever see him again? Did he know of her life? 
Would he be patronizing as others were? 

She arose and tried to walk, and felt a strange 
dizziness as if her head were light; a strange light 
washover all and it seemed that his image had been 
burned into her soul! 

Finally, after walking as one in a trance, sit- 
ting down here and there to rest, she reached the 
house. 

' All at once the thought flashed through her 

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mind, 1 is this love?' Then she seemed to wake 
to a sense of the unfitness of the thought for she, 
who believed in purity, was she not a married 
woman? Then the thought of how the world 
looked at these things passed through her mind 
and she did not try to drive away the impression. 

She must know who he was. She would ask 
without letting them know why. 

When she reached the house she went at once 
to the library. 

It was always quiet there and she could dream 
without being disturbed. She had seated herself 
in an easy chair in a shady corner, and was sur- 
prised when, a few moments later, she heard 
voices coming that way. 

She did not know they had visitors. 

The door opened and Mrs. Aberdeen entered. 
With her was a gentleman, the same one who had 
bowed to her in the park. Here heart stood still, 
then gave a great bound as Mrs. Aberdeen said to 
her: 

“ I thought you were out. Allow me to intro- 
duce one of our very old friends, Adelbert Abby- 
ford.” 

To speak and not faint seemed impossible. 
With a desperate effort she controlled this feeling 
and spoke. What she said she never knew. Fin- 
ally she found hersell talking to this man. His 


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quiet voice rested her as she had not felt rested 
for years. 

He told her that he was just on the point of 
leaving when he remember he wanted a book and 
came to the library to get it. 

At parting he held out his hand and Editha me- 
chanically put her’s into it. Then he said: 

“You need not rise as you are not strong, but 
this balmy air will soon give you health and 
strength, I trust.” 

How she thanked him she never knew. Then 
came the thought ■ would she ever see him again?’ 

He was so different from all others, so quiet 
and sincere in his manner, that she longed to go 
to her own room to dream of him, but she could 
not rise. 

She heard his foot-steps going away and would 
always remember how his voice sounded as he 
thanked her for her invitation to call again. 

He said: 

“I will come with mother.” 

She wondered if they would come soon, then 
she was aroused out of this dreamy, unconscious 
state by Mrs. Aberdeen saying: 

“I hope you will like Mrs. Abbyford and her 
son; he is one of the best of men. They will be 
here for a fortnight.” 

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had been a dream — it seemed so long since she 
had seen him. 

The following days were passed in dreaming of 
this stranger. 

Mrs. Aberdeen had said in speaking of him, 
that he was “ all a woman could ask for embodied 
in one person — kind, gentlemanly restful; one 
never tires talking to him.” 

Surely he was a son a mother could well be 
proud of. 

Editha felt she could better bear to meet those 
people when he would be present. Gentlemen 
were not invited, yet, as an old family friend, he 
was coming with his mother. 

When Editlia reached her room the re-action 
set in. She wished that he was not coming, then 
again she felt that he alone would understand her. 
Sometimes she was in a fever of excitement. 

Editha had become morbid, shunning company 
until Mrs. Aberdeen declared it useless and that 
she must try to bring her out. 

She shrank from the questioning gaze of those 
she had known, who would say: 

“Poor child, it is too bad; I suppose you do 
not care to go out much?” 

She was so sensitive* She felt that they knew 
all and the very bitterness of death entered her 
soul. 

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Whole days would she spend in the park alone. 
This proud > beautiful, broken-hearted woman 
could not even read, so great was her sorrow. 

Her friends were pitying her for the loss of her 
child — none knowing the real cause of her sorrow. 

The only thing in her nature which never 
changed was her love for little children and all 
who were helpless. 

Thus are we in our griefs, let them be what 
they will, brought nearer to some of God’s creat- 
ures. Affliction is one page in life’s book, learned 
word by word. Kditha had turned some pages in 
hat book. 

She left the house more despondent than usual 
and spent most of the day in the park. She had 
turned toward the house finally and was very 
much surprised to hear footsteps clo^e by her. 
On looking up she was not a little surprised to see 
Mr. Abbyford coming to look for her. He and 
his mother had arrived in advance of the others 
who were not expected until the morrow. 

She held out her hand. He could see how 
helpless she had become. 

“Let us sit here in the garden and talk. Mrs. 
Aberdeen sent me to fetch you.” 

She did not wait for him to say more but an- 
swered impetuously: 

“1 cannot, I will not meet these people. I 
detest the world! Why could I not have died?” 


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“My dear Mrs. Abbyford, you are one small 
fraction of this world. ” 

“ The longing to leave it is ever present, day 
and night, but I suppose I must stay.” 

Taking a seat by her he said: 

“You are a lonely, broken-hearted girl; you 
have my entire sympathy. ” 

The hard look still remained in her eyes. 
Looking up she said: 

“Will you take me away from here? I can- 
not say! I loathe him! Only to leave!” 

He took her hand in his. 

“My dear Mrs Aberdeen, I cannot do that. 
You know not what you ask. Could that wrong 
right the other? You would lose your self-respect 
and the evil would be greater than the first! You 
know how much I honor and respect you. As a 
brother would so will I shield you from yourself. 
You have my whole sympathy. If at any time 
you need me send for me and I will come. ” 

“ I cannot stay here. The marriage with this 
man is loathsome to me. It is in the sight of 
heaven no marriage. I feel I have ruined my life! 
Why should I stay here? What does the world 
care if I go or stay.” 

“Child, you know not what you say. In the 
bitterness of your spirit you would do desperate 
things. Think it out, what would be the result 
if you should leave here in that way? I heartily 



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agree with you that as your marriage tie is so 
loathsome, you are not bound in consciousness to 
keep it; but in the eyes of the world and the civil 
law which you respect, could you do otherwise 
than have a separate maintenance?” 

“ I have prayed the heavens to release me, but 
the heavens are brass. I dare not take my life! 
Oh, take me away!” 

A man with less moral principle would have 
taken advantage of this helpless, pleading girl, 
but Adelbert, schooled to sorrow and suffering, 
aided her by his wise counsel.” 

“ If you feel that you must go, as an American 
citizen you have a perfect right to take the keep- 
ing of your person for the soul's sake.” 

He knew this young girl was not capable of 
judging in her frenzied state. 

“If you feel that you must leave it all, then I 
will advise with my mother and see what can be 
done. My advice is, do not run away. Go to a 
quiet place and take up some study — something 
that will take your mind from it all. In your 
helpfulness to others you will find the solace your 
heart craves. The tie you can never dissolve. 
The law that binds you is lasting while life lasts. 
Death only can dissolvent. Marriages ot this day 
are based on anything but true love. Some on a 
desire for a home, some- for wealth or position. Is 
that marriage in the sight of God? Nay! Did 


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you marry for love? Pardon me if I speak plainly. 
Was there any motive other than the desire to 
live near the one that was all the world to you — 
whom you could stand by in sickness, poverty, 
good or evil report? This marriage service of 
ours is grand — embodying all — but do we thus 
marry? No, rarely! Does not our inner natures 
tell us there is something higher than mere sen- 
sual pleasure or profit? Yes, and yet we stifle 
these grand impulses that would lift us nearer the 
Eternal, and come down to grovel in the filth and 
mire of sordid motives. These are not marriages 
in the sight of God. The man and woman who 
loves with a pure unchanging love, hand in hand 
before God, are married more truly than priest or 
pope could do; yet could we advocate this? No. 
It would give too free license to the pretenders. ” 

Adelbert’s words bore conviction. 

Editha sat still and silent. Tears were cours- 
ing from the now softened eyes. 

By this, Abelbert knew the present frenzy had 
passed and that calmer reason had entered the 
soul. 

“Let us go in and, with my mother, I will 
advise you.” 


CHAPTER XIII. 


ADELBERT TEACHES EDITH a A LESSON. 

"JHE next morning after her talk with Adelbert, 
she had wandered down by the lake at the 
foot of the hill 

“ If I could only get away from it all, and from 
those people in the house,” she mused. “ How 
can I live and keep up appearaces.” 

She hid herself behind some old willows, that 
grew near the lake, to dream. She heard voices. 
As they came near she recognized them as visitors 
at the house. 

“ What is the story of young Mrs. Aberdeen?” 
one was asking. 

“Oh, dear, I can’t tell, all mixed up with a 
girl and jealousy, I hear. She had never been in 
society before her marriage. A most unfortunate 
affair. I simply allude to this; I am sure you will 
never mention it.” As they passed on she came 
forward ; all the color had died from her face. 

“ Why should they say anything against me? 
I have done no wrong,” and she looked away with 
a bitter, angry light in her eyes, and walked 
rapidly toward the house. 

“I shall go to my room and stay there,” she 
declared to herself. 

Coming down the pathway was Adelbert 

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Abbyford. He could see that she was very bitter* 
and turning he walked with her. 

“Can I be of use to you? ” 

“It is useless I know, but I am very un- 
happy.” 

He knew the wounds were deep, and her 
sorrow great, and said, “Let us sit on this rustic 
seat. ’ ’ 

The grief that filled her heart caused her very 
lips to whiten with pain. Her despair sprang 
into life and was terrible in its intensity. 

“ The worst has come! No pain in the future 
can ever again wring my heart. It is numb.” 

‘ 1 Every one can master a grief, but he that 
has it,” said Adelbert. “I wish that I could 
help you.” 

“If I could only die.” 

“This is wrong” he said. 

“It is a simple thing to give advice, Mr. 
Abbyford but you do not know sorrow. ” 

“Into each life some rain must fall. In your 
present state we must not talk; it is best to be 
still. It is easier to still the tempest than to still 
the terrible waves of passion that sweep over the 
human heart, when we feel the wrongs w r e cannot 
right. Why beat the bars, until exhausted we 
drop limp and powerless? ” 

Taking her hand in his own warm grasp, so 
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human hand down to the crushed heart and 
soothe it like oil on the troubled waters, he sat and 
watched her in silence for a while. You who 
have known sorrow should take the hand of 
your fellow travelers, and learn in this way to 
comfort, as you never can by words in their direst 
time of need. 

How much there is in the touch of a human 
hand? 

“Yes, those are the only words that will ex- 
press it,” said Editha, “the storms of the soul, 
beating the bars. Oh! Mr. Abbyford what shall 
I do?” Then again a tempest, more violent than 
the first, paralizing the young life, numbing its 
faculties, came o’er her. 

Still holding her hand in his he repeated, in a 
soothing, quiet, restful voice these words: 

“ Oh, when bowed down with grief and pain 
Sad memories be thy state, 

In sorrow washed with pitying rain, 

Knock at the Golden Gate. 

Heed not the storms on life’s rough way, 

Hope whispers ‘courage’, not too late. 

Be brave, soon breaks the day — 

Knock at the Golden Gate. 

Above the clould-rift love appears, 

Love m'ghty, true and great, 

Bury the past, cast out thy fears — 

Knock at the Golden Gate. 


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Beyond its portals you will see 
Love’s brightest, best estate. 

Would you enter there and happy be — 

Knock at the Golden Gate.” 

By and by the sobs ceased and Editha looked 
lip with all the fire of bitterness washed out by 
the deluge of tears. 

Oh tears, blessed tears; “they give relief 
when else the heart would break.” 

A long silence ensued, then Editha looked up 
and asked: 

Did you have a sorrow in your own life, Mr. 
Abbyford? ’ ’ 

“ Sorrow and love makes the world a-kin,” 
said Adelbert. “At one time I thought no human 
heart could suffer as I then suffered, but I have 
lived to learn there are others who have gone far- 
ther and deeper in sorrow. That is, their sorrows 
have driven them to death by their own hands. I 
know this is greater than mine, yet I can readily 
see how this is. It is braver to live than die at 
such times. I have suffered all I think possible 
for a man to suffer and live; it would have been 
easier to die than go through the long years, and 
live it down. I have felt very bitter at times, but 
after long years, I too have crushed this out of my 
life, and believe me, dear Mrs. Aberdeen, nothing 
would give me greater pleasure than to help you, 
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all that it should be in the future. Would it ease 
your own sorrow if I should tell you of my life? ” 

She assented. 

‘ ‘ I was an oniy child, loved by my mother as 
a noble woman loves the child of a husband who 
was her all and all. How often she has said, 
‘Adelbert, I could not have lived after your 
father’s death if it had not been for you. My dear 
son, you are the image of your father. Thank 
God for wifehood and motherhood.’ You must 
know my mother; to know is to love her. How 
often in her loving counsel she has said, ‘Never 
disgrace your name by one unmanly act or ignoble 
deed.’ She guided my wayward steps, even until 
manhood, by her wise and loving care. What I 
am today I owe to my mother; my father died 
when I was nine months old. I never withheld 
one act of my life from her — Blessed Mother. If 
our women of today only realized how they mould 
the character of their sons through true mother- 
hood! But I must not moralize. I grew to man- 
hood with all this instilled into every fiber of my 
being. When twenty-seven while visiting friends 
in the south, I met a beautiful girl. I loved her, 
as those only of a strong nature can love. Not a 
sickly sentiment, but gave her my all, little 
dreaming it was not returned in full — that her 
favor was simply an intrigue to capture a weathy 


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husband urged by a mother no more worthy than 
the daughter.’’ 

He felt a shiver pass through Editha’s hand. 

“ Do I weary you? ” 

“No, please go on.” 

u That she cared no more for me than any gen- 
tleman of our acquaintance was evident after our 
marriage. She objected to living with my moth- 
er. We then bought a beautiful villa close by. 
Her mother and sister came to live with us. I 
learned it was only an excuse, a place to live 
where they might have a banker, 7iot a home. It 
was constantly filled with strangers of all sorts — 
any one who had money, without regard to mor- 
als, it was at my home. I met your husband and 
his friend Barrington. 

44 My wishes were set at naught. One evening 
I said, ‘Mildred, do not have company tonight; let 
us have a quiet evening at home. I wish a long 
talk with you, my dear.’ 

“ ‘Oil, nonsense! I have no use for love-mak- 
ing. We go to Mme. Durand’s ball. I have ac- 
cepted. Will you come, too? If you don’t wish 
remarks you had better. The carriage will be here 
at nine; but suit yourself as I can go with sister 
and Barrington — he is such good company. Am 
sorry to say it will be the last time as I suppose 
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seclusion then, but it will not be with good grace, 
I assure you.’ 

“ ‘But, Millie dear, do you not realize what 
the results may be with all the excitement and 
late hours?” 

“ ‘I only hope for one result” said she with a 
sneering laugh. 

‘ ‘ How my heart sank, I had looked forward 
to one of the proudest moments of my life, when 
I should have an heir; one of the highest honors, 
one of the grandest gifts from the Eternal. 

“In my blind love, I thought this would draw 
out the love of the young girl-wife, and dreamed 
of the yet happy home with wife and baby. Even 
this was to be a vain hope.” 

“ When the winter was past and the spring 
sunshine shone glad and bright, and nature shook 
out her carpet of green; a tiny, frail little girl 
came into my heart and life — a winsome, wee 
thing. •'How I loved her! and the mother yet 
more. ‘ Darling,’ I said, ‘is not this a wondrous 
gift, our little daughter.’ 

“ ‘ I see nothing so wonderful! you must pro- 
vide a wet nurse at once; I shall not tie myself in 
a nursery; I have none of the sentimental notions 
of the Abbyfords.’ 

“ I realized if the little, helpless babe could not 
draw out the mother love, surely it was lacking. 


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I asked it then. I know it now. Our marriage 
was a failure! 

* ‘ The tiny little babe was left entirely to the 
care of the nurse; always frail, it seemed a blossom 
from paradise to wither and die. 

One night Mildred had gone to a ball — the 
first she had attended since the birth of her child, 
and I had a foreboding of evil. 

When morning broke, I found Mildred had not 
returned. I questioned, Mrs. Mortimer, her moth- 
er. She commenced to whimper about my not 
being kind to Mildred and driving her to despair. 
Driven to frenzy I said. 

“ ‘Do you know where Mildred is?’ She 
pretended not to know. I questioned the ser- 
vants; they knew nothing, she had gone to the 
ball with her sister and Barrington. I questioned 
Maud. She had not seen her since she and Bar- 
rington had started to return home at twelve 
o’clock. 

“ ‘ My worst fears were confirmed; I had a 
private detective look for clues. They had left 
and gone abroad — sailed that morning. 

“‘This was my death blow! I thought not 
of myself but of the baby girl. Her mother’s 
shame would always crown her. 

“ ‘ In my bitterest sorrow I thought of my 
mother, but she had gone on a long visit to some 
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Where should I turn; what do? In my frenzy I 
beat the bars, only to fall powerless. 

( ( I can never tell you of my shattered idol, deso- 
late home, motherless babe — worse than mother- 
less! Just then baby sickened. Mrs. Mortimer 
offered to care for the child. No! Never, would I 
allow that worldly woman the care of my child, 
my all. Then she proposed to go abroad and 
look for Mildred. I felt relieved when fitting 
them out. She and Maud sailed, knowing their 
day was done. Since then I have held no com- 
munication with them. 

4 ‘ One night an angel came and took my babe 
home. Why could He not have left me my 
child? I almost cursed heaven, and now in my 
sober thoughts I bless the kind providence which 
said: ‘I love thee, I love thee, pass under the 
rod.’ 

u My mother came to me and has never left 
me since; has helped me live it down. 

u Ten years ago I had a telegram saying Mil- 
red was dying in Paris, alone and friendless. I 
went to her and brought all that remained of the 
loved and misguided woman, and laid her by her 
baby. He who rights all wrongs will make it 
plain some day. I have heard Barrington was; 
here. He will shun me, not that I shall harm him,, 
but he cannot meet me. The conscience of such 


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a man will punish him more than sword or pistol. 
I leave him in the hands of a higher power. 

‘ ‘ When I say it is braver to live than die at 
such a time I know what it means. 

‘ ‘ This terrible cyclone of human passion, 
sweeping over the soul, leaves it strewn with 
broken hopes, uprooted loves, barren and desolate !” 

“ Oh, forgive me, Mr. Abbyford! ” said Editha. 
“How can you ever believe in any human being 
again? I will try to be a braver, better woman. 
God help me to overcome, and make my life of 
some use to others! ” 

“God grant it,” said Adelbert; “ I know he 
will.” 

‘ ‘ I will try to meet the.se people and do my 
duty.” 

At dinner a telegram was handed Mrs. Aber- 
deen saying her mother was seriously ill and that 
she must come to her at once. 


CHAPTER XIV. 

MRS. lavance’s death. 

^FTER Editha came and the leaves began to 
fall Mrs. Lavance seemed to fail more 
rapidly and at Christmas tide it was plain to be 
seen she was slowly passing away to the land of 
the Leal. 

The lonely, solitary wife was sorry company 
in a sick room, yet she hid her grief bravely. 
Her mother scarely let her out of sight. 

Editha still hoped when the warm winds of 
spring came, they would waft some healing on 
their wing. Vain hope! One lovely May day 
her mother seemed more restless than usual and 
asked to walk out. 

‘ ‘ Why, mother dear, you have not been able 
to walk for some time; will it not tire you? ” 

The nurse thought it was best to humor this 
whim. Wrapping her carefully, she leaned on 
Editha’ s arm, going out into the beautiful sun- 
shine, over the lawn, down where the roses and 
sweet briar grew! 

u Your father planted them and named it 
Briarville.” 

She gathered some of the flowers and turned 
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the library she stood in front of her husband's 
portrait and looked at it long and lovingly. 

“You are so like him,” as she turned to the 
sad faced girl by her side, ‘ 4 Editha, I will lie 
down. Sit by me, child, so I may hold your 
hand. ’ * 

In a short time her mind seemed to wander as 
she spoke of past events. Thoroughly alarmed, 
Editha sent at once for the family physician, an 
old friend as well. She watched him anxiously 
as he stooped over the bed to examine the heart. 
Lifting his head he looked long at the patient, 
attempted to arouse her, only to see her lapse into 
seeming intermissions of unconsciousness; Editha 
followed him to the door. 

“ I will call again at ten. If you have friends, 
send for them at once and keep up your courage. 
We will hope for the best; I fear the worst.” 

He felt he must prepare this young girl be- 
fore the blow fell. 

Editha hurried back to the bedside after send- 
ing a note to Mrs. Aberdeen. 

Her mother was calling: “Editha — Editha — 
where — are — you? Come, — come — let — us — 
walk, — I — want — to — gather — the — flowers, — to — 
talk, — but — I — am — so — tired. N o — no — I — 
meant — it — for — the — best, — your — very — best — 
interest; — no — Editha — I — I — did — not — say, — 
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— wrong — but — for — the — best ; — well — well — 
child — do — you — hear — Editha? — I — will — not — 
forgive — myself.” 

The voice was sharp and then sank to a 
whisper. The blinding tears were flowing over 
her cheeks, even down to the pillow, as Editha 
stooped to kiss her, saying in her old pet way, 
“ Ma Mere, I am here, dear; just by you.” 

She knelt and buried her face in the bed 
clothes. 

The doctor came again at ten o’clock and was 
surprised to see the sunken appearance, the 
face had taken on in so short a time. He adminis- 
tered a sleeping potion to quiet her restless 
tossing. 

u I will look in again in an hour or too,” and 
the busy doctor started on his rounds, leaving the 
nurse and the young girl with the dying mother. As 
he laid his hand on the bowed head, tears were in 
his own eyes, feeling how helpless he was to save 
the mother or comfort the sorrowing daughter. 

“Mother! Mother! take me with you; do not 
leave me,” as all the old, wild, longing for death 
surged through her soul. The low sobs could 
never more arouse Mrs. La vance, as she was sil- 
ently floating away toward the unseen city. 
Every heart-beat was now but the splash of the 
oar; for the boatman pale was moving from the 
shore slowly, surely. 


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Editha heard the sound of light steps, then 
someone knelt by her side, an arm was thrown 
around her neck, a hand from the other side was 
placed upon her head by which she knew that 
Mrs. Abbyford and Adelbert were by her. 

As the clock chimed out the midnight hour 
the fingers closed tightly, the word ‘ ‘forgive’ ’ was 
whispered, the soft breathing ceased, a sigh, and 
all that was once Mrs. Lavance lay cold and still. 

Gentle hands lifted Editha and helped her to 
her room. 

Mrs. Abbyford took a seat by the couch on 
which she was reclining, smoothed back the 
brown hair, and talked in a quiet, restful tone to 
the poor world-weary girl. 

At times Editha wailed out her old refrain: 
“What shall I do? What shall I do? O ! mother, 
why did you leave me.” 

“ My dear girl, fear not,” said Mrs. Abbyford 
in a low, soothing voice; “‘fear not’ saith the 
Master, ‘ fear not thou, for I am with thee. Be 
not dismayed for I am thy God. I will help thee, 
yea I will uphold thee with the right hand of My 
righteousness,’ ” knowing well no words she 
could frame would afford comfort like these. 
Then she repeated: 

Raise thy eyes to Heaven, 

When thy spirit quails; 

When by tempest driven, 

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The wild sobbing ceased. Mrs. Abbyford knew 
that the troubled heart was soothed, far better 
than words of her own could do. 

Gently drawing the curtains and closing the 
door she stepped out to see if she could be of ser- 
vice in arranging for the funeral. 

She found that Adelbert had seen to all. 

The doctor had returned but, seeing Editha was 
at rest and under the care of such friends, he de- 
parted from the house of sorrow that all his skill 
could not stay. 

A funeral followed. 

They laid Mrs. Eavance in the family grounds, 
and all that Editha heard was “ Dust to Dust — as 
a flower fadeth, ” and that only as one in a dream. 

She was aroused by Mrs. Abbyford saying: 
(t You will come with us, Editha, Adelbert will 
see to closing the house and have your business 
arranged. Come with us for the present.” 

And Editha gladly entered into this haven of 
rest and peace. 

Her grief was silent but deep, having burned 
out the fire of her soul loug since; it seemed as if a 
despair settled over her, leaving her only this one 
wish, “ If I could but die! n It was not to be. 
Her work was not done; until then, she must bide 
her time. 


CHAPTER XV. 


RICHES OUTWEIGH MORAL DEPRAVITY. 

J'T was a month since Editha had laid her moth- 
er to rest, and she was still at Mrs. Abbyford’s. 
“ May I talk over our plans with you for my fu- 
ture? ” said she one morning at breakfast. " 

‘ ‘Centainly. Go to my room. I will give my 
orders for the day, then join you. It has every 
appearance of a rainy day so we will not be inter- 
rupted by visitors and can have a real heart to 
heart talk.” 

When she came Editha sat with a weary, de- 
jected air, her head on her hands, looking at the 
dripping rain. 

Mrs. Abbyford drew up a chair near her, and 
taking one of Editha’s hands in her own said: 

u My dear child, if you could leave it with 
the dear Father who ruled your life before the 
trouble came, does now and will when your 
troubles have passed away forever; how much 
better you would feel. Some one has said, God is 
a better judge than we are, as to whom it is safe 
to give happiness here. We have not talked 
freely of your affairs, but if you wish we will talk 
of them today and then I hope I may help you 
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may be able to rise above them. I admire you 
more than I can say, for keeping your trouble to 
yourself; but now you tell me you wish to fit 
yourself for a profession and ask my advice. You 
are in no state to think or study; I would advise 
you to rest a year at least. Physically you need 
it. When your mind is in a more settled state 
then we will try and lay plans for the future. 
You have it within you yet to make a noble, 
helpful woman.” 

“I feel I never again can face the world! 
How often I have said to those who I knew were 
trying me, while they poised as friends, when 
they would ask, ‘ are you not lonely, Mrs. Aber- 
deen, when your husband is away?’ I would 
answer, ‘ Oh ! so lonely ! ’ knowing every word was 
false. I was only too glad to have him gone.” 

“ Better not to have replied than to have said 
that,” said Mrs. Abbyford, “yet it is so hard to 
decide at the time what is best. ’ ’ 

“ Take courage Editha; you could not be a 
daughter of your father if you were not brave and 
courageous. Your father lost his life in one of 
the bravest of acts. It was in a memorable en- 
gagement. The enemy had repulsed and driven 
them to their last stronghold; had made a breach 
in their fortifications, and he saw the men falter; 
saw his general was wounded and yet, amidst the 
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a grand charge. Just then the chief gunner was 
cut down. Your father drew the staff around the 
General and, by almost superhuman effort, 
manned the cannon into the breach. By that 
grand, courageous move he turned the tide of 
war and saved the army. In so doing he lost his 
own life. Now, today, as this terrible battle rages 
within you, turn your guns into the breach; do 
not give up your stronghold, rally your forces. 
Dangers faced are half conquered. Right here 
before the world you must face this worse than an 
army — these unkind remarks, hints, looks, whis- 
perings. Live them down! ” 

1 ‘ If there is one thing more than another 
from which I shrink, his the questioning of my 
friends.” 

“You do not necessarily need to answer them, 
farther than to say, 4 1 cannot speak of my private 
affairs.’ Say it kindly. The w r orld cares little 
for any one’s individual woes and tears. Remem- 
ber the saying ‘ Laugh and the world laughs with 
you, weep and you weep alone.’ Nothing was 
ever truer. Trouble often brings to us patience, 
self control, fortitude, wisdom and sympathy. If 
you had not had your experience, could you ever 
have had that keener sympathy for others you 
have? Experience gives the thrill or touches the 
deeper chords that we use so little in our every day 
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of weakness and cowardice; control your feelings, 
my dear, and as a true women, and as you have 
in the past, carry this grief in the future, so that 
others shall not feel the effects. Your heart will 
be sorely tried. Meet the w T orld with kindly con- 
sideration.’ 1 

“ Mrs. Abbyford, I feel so bitter, though I do 
not see that I am altogether to blame.” 

“ My dear, you will understand me when I say 
the world is not as heartless as we imagine. We 
are apt, more or less to comment on these 
matters ourselves. ’ ’ 

“I would rather shun the world though, than 
try to face it. I have no bravery.” « 

“ Do you recollect these beautiful lines? 

Oh, ye with banners and battle shot, 

And soldiers to shout and praise, 

I tell you the kingliest battles fought 
Are fought in those silent ways. 

But deep in a walled-up woman heart — 

Of woman that would not yield, 

But bravely, silently, bore her part— 

Eo, THERE IS THE BATTEE-FIELI). 

1 ‘ This I think will apply to you and your 
mother-in-law. How bravely, and silently she 
has lived,, her life! How she has struggled to save 
her son! I never noticed the look of pain so 
plainly as during the time she was here last to visit 
you, at the time of your mother’s funeral. How 


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kind of her to stand between you and the world, 
shielding you as best she could by telling others 
that a telegram did not reach your husband; then 
leaving you under my care while she had gone to 
a dying relative, closing her house. This will 
stop the tongues of gossips for the time at least. 
She never spoke to me of this, yet she begged 
Adelbert to go to him, as a friend; and' try to 
affect a reconciliation. 

‘ ‘ Sometimes, Mrs. Abby ford, I feel sorry for 
Adair. He ought to have married a woman who 
had something in common with himself. Per- 
haps he would have been happy. Unintention- 
ally I wronged the man, for I know now I did 
not love him. ” 

She stopped, a burning blush o’erspread her 
face. 

u Yes, in this, Editha, you wronged him, yet 
innocently. ’ * 

u Why should this fall to my lot? Surely I 
did not merit it! As a girl I tried to do right. 
If I sinned it was not willfully.” 

‘ ‘ I do not think it a punishment for your wrong- 
doing — simply the result or consequence attend- 
ing on a broken law. I do not wish to cast any 
reflections on your mother, but in her all-absorb- 
ing love for you, she failed to see that it was not 
your best interest. You will understand me 
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ready to sacrifice their daughters to the God 
Mammon. The first question is, has he money? 
not, what is his mental and moral standing? Let 
a man be wholly immoral, unfit physically or 
mentally and have wealth, all his vices and de- 
fects are overlooked. He is flattered and courted 
by those who ought to inquire into his character, 
before entrusting any one’s future life to his keep- 
ing. Would you or I eifher enter into a business 
partnership for life in any ordinary business — mer- 
cantile, law, or corporation — without first finding 
out all that pertained to that particular partner- 
ship? Would we not enquire whether the parties 
were honest, reliable and trustworthy? Even in 
the simple business matter of butler or housemaid 
we ask for reference, yet in this all important life 
partnership do we seek to know if they are 
worthy of the keeping of a pure young girl? Are 
they worthy to be the fathers of the sons and daugh- 
ters that may be theirs? Will no hereditary taint 
follow such unions through life, that may blight 
and ruin some soul, or are they unions that will 
stand through good and evil report, homes whose 
influence reach into eternity? Or are they such 
as bring forth only evil? which crush and weaken 
virtue and purity, and trample them in the dust? 
Is that the meaning of our beautiful marriage ser- 
vice? You have heard women say To obey ought 
to be left out of the marriage service. What is 


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grander, what is more noble, child, than to obey 
all that is best and highest within us? If every 
young girl, every young man, could have instilled 
into every fiber of their being a higher conception 
of marriage, a truer understanding of the meaning, 
‘I take this man or woman for my wedded husband 
or wife, to have and hold, while life lasts/ would 
there be so many divorces? This lax law of divorce 
for every petty notion should be for protection only. 
Vastly better is legal separation, than children 
born under this bondage of sin — it is nothing less 
when love has ceased to exist. They could in- 
herit nothing pure or true — only a heritage of 
shame, physical deformity and mental weakness.” 


CHAPTER XVI. 

A CONSPIRACY AGAINST THR COUNT. 

JfT HAS been three years since the marriage of 
“My Daughter, the Countess.” 

They are at home and a discussion is going on 
in regard to the young heir, now eighteen months 
old. 

1 1 1 will not permit him to be brought to the 
dining room,” Evadne had said. 

“My dear Evadne, this is only after our meals 
are over, when we are alone.” 

“ I shall not consent to that so long as he is in 
charge of that horrid nurse. Why are you so op- 
posed to an American nurse?” 

“I am not; not at all, my dear. Find an ed- 
ucated American lady to take charge of him and I 
will favor the change, but I do most heartily disa- 
gree with the idea of having that coarse element 
take charge of Master Otwald. Do you know, my 
dear, that the impressions we receive even in 
babyhood often follow us all through life? The 
foreign nurses are not such as I would wish for 
our boy, but I offer this excuse for employing 
them, they cannot teach the child coarse words. 
Foleta cannot speak a word of English. When 
he is older we will have a thoroughly educated 
American governess to take charge of him.” 

ill 


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“Well, that is just one more of your odd no- 
tions. I shall go home to my mother if I cannot 
have any say here,” and a pout followed. 

She had quit hysterical tears long .since, as 
they did not affect the Count as they had her 
father. 

“Just what I want, my dear; now we are 
agreed at last,” and catching baby in one arm he 
threw the other around his wife and waltzed 
around the dining room in the most undignified, 
un-Countish manner possible; while baby crowed 
with delight, both chubby hands clutching his 
father’s hair. 

Then they sat down all out of breath. 

The Count motioned to Foleta and she took 
the baby from the room. 

“ Well, and we shall sail next month? I think 
the crossing will be good by that time. You be- 
gin at once on your toggery. Boies ,’ 7 as the foot- 
man appeared, “have the carriage at the door at 
two, and drive the Countess on a shopping tour. 
While she is engaged take the nurse and baby for 
a drive; it will do them both good as the day is 
lovely and the air bracing.” 

The Count had determined, shortly after his 
marriage that if there were children they should 
spend their earlier years in the presence of both 
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drives when baby was always one of the number, 
much against the mother’s will. 

In no instance was the nurse allowed out alone 
with the baby in the cab. Either the Count or 
his wife always accompanied them. 

When his wife objected to this he said:. “I 
have seen babies crippled for life, or left standing 
in the hot sun for hours until their eyesight was 
totally ruined. I will not permit it, neither will 
I permit the nurse to feed baby on soothing syrup 
to keep him quiet while she reads a novel.” 

Count Otwald determined on several things in 
his own household. 

He was a noble-man not alone from title, but 
also from birth. He was broad-minded, educated 
and cultured — possessed every principle based on 
true manhood. 

One marked characteristic was his ability to 
control his temper, which he had learned to do 
early in life. 

While those who know him respected him 
they also obeyed him because he was firm as well 
as genial and kindly. 

He soon learned his wife had had a very super- 
ficial training and realize more and more the truth- 
fulness of what her father had said when he asked 
her in marriage. 

On the eve of their marriage he and her father 
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is not known. Mrs. Erleigh was sure it referred 
to a settlement. It may have been — probably a 
settlement of certain vexed questions that might 
arise during the count’s married life. 

She was engrossed with her elaborate prepara- 
tions for the morrow when she said to Evadne: 

“I am heartily glad they have taken them- 
selves off. It is such a relief to get rid of men at 
such times. Remember, Evadne, to get the 
Count out of your way as much as possible, and 
hold the reins in your own house. I see he is 
much like your father. That, I presume, is why 
your father and Alvan are so pleased with him. 
The very idea of his speaking the way he did 
about babies the other evening before his mar- 
riage! It was shocking! I am so glad you ran 
out of the room. I gave him a look, I tell you, 
and he soon changed the subject. I am afraid he 
has the same tendency for babies Alvan has. It 
may be some mental weakness. I am quite sure 
it is. But then he has a title and we can’t have 
everything. Perhaps it would have been better 
to have taken the Earl. He had none of the crude 
ideas of the Count, and was so like other people. 
It will sound well to say you refused an Earl, but 
never let any one imagine your father ordered him 
out. Poor fellow, he was such a small, stylish 
man with such regal ways! Don’t forget how I 
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my room. Nothing like tears! If you can’t force 
tears then put your handkerchief to your eyes and 
sob — cultivate sobs — they are the next best, mind, 
and don’t speak.” 

She paused a moment then continued: 

“Why, I do believe Mme. Kvolden has left a 
bow of ribbon off ! What shall I do? The dress 
is ruined! Oh, no; here it is. I was saying, 
cultivate sobs and rest assured that you will have 
your own way through life.” 

If Mrs. Erleigh and her daughter thought hys- 
terical weeping and sobbing would affect the Count, 
they were mistaken in their man. 


CHAPTER XVII. 


A CONFIDENTIAL CHAT. 

their trip over they became acquainted with 
an elderly gentleman, his wife and a sweet- 
faced girl with the love-light in her eyes. ' The 
girl was Thelma Alwyne. 

When the Count introduced her to Evadne, 
she was surprised to notice the bright blushes 
which o’erspread her face, but supposed her un- 
accustomed to society and forthwith was very pat- 
ronizing. 

She soon learned to love the sweet girl, who 
came each day to see the baby. She was, in fact, 
a very distant connection of the Count. 

“Why have I never met this relative of yours,” 
Evadne asked one day. 

“Because she has been in Switzerland since 
leaving school. She traveled with a lady and 
gentleman, distant relatives of her mother’s. She 
was a close student and very much in need of 
rest, and is to marry after her trip to America,” 
explained the Count. 

“Then we shall see more of her, I hope.” 

As if fearful of farther questioning he turned 
away. 

One beautiful morning they sighted land, and 
as if inspired every American broke out with, 
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“My country ’tis of thee,” and when they sang 
“From every mountain side let freedom ring,” 
the count added his clear tenor voice, forgetting 
for the time that he was not an American. He 
afterward said to Mr. Erleigh: 

“ I breathed the inspiration of American citi- 
zenship and enthusiasm. ” 

Alvan’s joy knew no bounds when he at last 
carried the young Monarch from the carriage to 
the house on his shoulder, for the baby held out 
his hands to him at once; and Mrs. Erleigh looked 
to see if any one was in sight then said : 

“If the house was full, Alvan would do 
just so. He is so odd, and his trip did not in the 
least improve him. In fact I am seriously alarmed 
about him, he seems in such a peculiar frame of 
mind, and occasionally breaks out into little fits 
of laughter. Even Eady Aisley noticed it. When 
I spoke to his father about him he laughed and 
said, ‘The boy is all right. His trip was just the 
thing.’ Well, well; they are both so very, very 
odd. I know it runs on the father’s side. Now, 
if Alvan had been like any one else, he would 
have remained with us when we were abroad and 
married some Princess, or in some way shown his 
appreciation of ray efforts in that direction. But 
no; he must take that long trip with those young 
men, and his father approved of it too. They are 
so very odd.” 


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Mrs. Erleigh had one more chance for public 
display when she gave a grand reception to the 
Count and Countess. 

The reception was on the morrow night, and 
it was one of the loveliest May days. Mother and 
daughter were deep in the mysteries of dress and 
a very confidential chat. 

“What dress will you wear, Evadne?” 

“I will consult the Count. ” 

“Consult the Count about a dress? What 
does he know about a dress, pray?” 

“Ah, mamma, he is very odd. I always con- 
sult him. Do you believe when I was presented 
to the queen he insisted on going to Madam 
Rommains with me and ordering my dress? I 
suggested a brilliant affair that was on exhibition, 
something similar to my first ball dress. He ob- 
jected at once. I could have shook Mine. Rom- 
mains, she agreed with him so thoroughly, and 
the dress we decided to take cost at least two hun- 
dred dollars more. Pure white, entrain, covered 
with lace and pearls, necklace and armlets to 
match. The only ornament he would permit 
was a bouquet of Lillies of the Valley pinned to 
the waist, a fan and hand bouquet of Lillies of the 
Valley. I was determined to wear the diamond 
necklace and bracelets you gave me but of course 
I had to give that up — you know I had rather 
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“There is where you ought to have held your 
own; you did not commence right.” 

“Well, I remembered what you told me. I 
did not speak to him on the way home and went 
at once to my own room. I did not go down to 
dinner. When the Count came in I could not 
shed tears, I was too indignant. Putting my 
handkerchief to my eyes, I sobbed, determined I 
would not speak. He came over, drew my hands 
away from my face, then turned and went out. I 
heard him giving orders to the French nurse. 
She came in and commenced to undress me. I 
ordered her out. As I could not. speak the lan- 
guage, she hid not understand me but went on in 
her stolid way. To save a scene I had to submit. 
Then she lifted me in her arms and carried me 
into the bath, gave me a bath then put me to bed. 
I was crying, I assure you, by this time; I was 
so indignant! Just then in stepped Dr. Monoura. 
I was crying so I could not tell him I was not 
sick. He said: 

“ ‘Do nod cry, dere ladi; you vill be better 
sone. ’ 

“He left such nasty medicine and the nurse 
followed his directions to the letter; and poured a 
spoonful down me every fifteen minutes. If I 
had not thrown it up I am sure I must have died. 
When the Count came in I was too sick to talk. 
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self and brought in a cot, to be near, getting up 
every few minutes to see if I needed anything. 

4 ‘The next morning I told him I was well, for 
fear they would repeat the dosing. The Count 
insisted on my staying in bed until after the doc- 
tor’s visit. When he came he took out his case 
and insisted on my having a pill. I had to swal- 
low it, and could have cried with vexation, but 
knew if I did I should have to swallow another 
portion of that horrid drug. I refrained and 
remained in bed all day. The doctor ordered 
nothing but broth and toast. Next morning I got 
right out of bed and had my breakfast in the din- 
ing room. The Count was so pleased he ordered 
the carriage and drove with me to Mine. Rom- 
mans to havs my dress tried. He is so very odd, 
so much like papa, that it was hours before it was 
arranged to suit him. I suppose it was all right, 
as I heard a Princess say at the reception, ‘Amer- 
icans have such exquisite taste, ’ while she looked 
me over. These foreigners are so odd. What 
must I do? 

“ I tried sobbing again when I wanted baby 
christened in St. James with cards. He at once 
sent for the doctor, who said sobbing was a sign 
of nerve disease. ‘ Dere ladi uste take dis bill. 
She vill get veil soon but if she is so much vorse 
gif her von mor bill evra hour; nothing like zem 


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vor ze nerves, and you vas too yonke to let dis 
grow on you my dere ladi.’ ” 

“ Those horrid foreigners, how I dislike them. 
I told him that I was well. He left. I was so 
indignant I could scarcely talk yet I gave the 
Count a piece of my mind, I assure you. He 
laughed and said he was sure I was well when I 
was able to talk, so you see if I should dare sob 
he insists on sending for the doctor and imagines 
I am sick — he is so very odd. I usually let him 
have his own way. 

“When baby was christened the parlors were 
decorated with Lillies of the Valley and half-blown 
rose buds. Around the fount was twined their 
flag with our own. It being Sabbath eve a few 
select friends were invited to dinner. The duch- 
ess, who was baby’s Godmother, said it was the 
most lovely service she had ever witnessed. 

“ The Count has such queer notions. He says 
christenings and funerals ought to be quiet af- 
fairs. He was so very kind and considerate, 
though, when baby was born. I scarcely ex- 
pressed a wish that was not gratified. We had a 
trained nurse from Edinburgh, and a child nurse, 
both in the house for months. The old family 
doctor, and an English speaking one from the 
Academy of Medicine, remained in the house con- 
stantly. He said he should have to be father, 
mother and husband as I was so far away from 


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home, therefore he must not overlook or neglect 
anything. He remained by me constantly him- 
self. No one could have been more kind. The 
ladies all say he is a model husband and I suppose 
he is. Of course papa thinks he is to for he is so 
much like himself. I was very angry with him one 
day and said I should go straight home to you. 
He jumped up in great glee, and danced about 
the floor and said he was coming too — that it was 
just what he had been planning. Do you suppose 
I frightened him?” 

‘ ‘ Remember, Evadne, you must not go too far. 
Never leave. We could not stand the mortifica- 
tion.” 


CHAPTER XVIII. 

ANNOUNCING AEVAN’S ENGAGEMENT. 

M RS. ERLEIGH, I have not noticed Alvan in 
the parlors this evening,” said Mrs. Aisley, 
and then she sighed sympathetically. 

u Oh, lam not surprised. I have no doubt 
he is in the nursey with that everlasting baby. 
One has to bear these trials, dear Mrs. Aisley. 

Some of the guests were resting, some prom- 
enading, when a bustle at the door attracted their 
attention and through the long parlors came 
Alvan and a beautiful young girl, each pushing 
with one hand a baby cab in which the winsom 
wee Count sat crowing, almost buried in a pro- 
fusion of flowers. 

Alvan held in his hand a large bouquet of 
flaming Peonies., while a bunch of Roses were 
pinned to his coat. 

Thelma, for it was she, carried an armfull of 
Lilac and Roses with a wreath over head and 
shoulders, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Alwyn, who 
were also loaded down with flowers. 

Mrs. Erleigh stepped to the front and said: 
“Allow me to present to all. The future Mr. 
and Mrs. Alvan Erleigh, a Princess Royal,” with 
a look at the Count as he stepped up and kissed 
the blushing bride elect. 

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Such a hum of congratulations followed; even 
Mrs Erleigh hugged and kissed , Thelma. She 
actually kissed that great silly boy, which caused 
him to blush as rosy as the bride. He had never 
been accustomed to his mother’s kisses; and was 
not his bride elect a Princess? 

Mr. Erleigh had wondered how to insure a 
welcome for the young stranger, and excused his 
conscience by saying, she was a Royal Princess 
any way, with her true, pure womanhood. 

When Mrs. Aisley came up to offer her con- 
gratulations she whispered. 

“Now this is too bad of you, Mrs. Erleigh, to 
keep me in the dark.” 

Mrs. Erleigh and Evadne, equal to any oc- 
casion said: 

“Why, you know, Alvan and his father must 
have their secrets, and we have to humor them. 
But really the Princess must have cultivated 
A1 van’s tastes. Did you ever see such a suitable 
and recherche floral display? You know I give 
myself credit for taste in the floral display, but I 
must say the Princess surpasses me.” 

Little did she dream that Thelma had said, 
“Alvan this is altogether to flaming,” but when 
Mr. Erleigh had seen them half an hour before 
and pinned the roses on A1 van’s coat saying: 

“ You can’t please Mrs. Erleigh better than by 
carrying armloads of the brightest.” 


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Mr. Alwyn laughed and said it was “spring- 
time and if flowers give any one pleasure let us 
have them in abundance. I am sure it is a small 
matter to throw aside our own ideas; let us make 
this an occasion of hearty good will, and let Alvan 
please his mother to the full.” 

When the van came from the hot house he 
selected the brightest, and for once Alvan was 
the source of unlimited pleasure to the mother who 
always thought him so very odd. 

He and his father planned long how they 
might best present Thelma to the good graces of 
her future mother-in-law, as they had many mis- 
givings. Finally they hit upon this plan, and it 
worked to perfection, aided by the little fib of 
Mr. Erleigh’ s and A1 van’s and believed by Mrs. 
Erleigh. 

Evadne told all her friends that Thelma came 
over with them — in fact she had, with Mr. and 
Mrs. Alwyn — on the same ship, but had re- 
mained with friends to rest after landing, and had 
only the day before the party arrived at the hotel 
where they were met by Mr. Erleigh and Alvan 
who formed this plan to announce the engage- 
ment, which was to be followed in June by the 
wedding and which was to be a very quiet affair 
at the Cathedral in the early morning. 

Mrs. Erleigh would have liked a very elabor- 
ate affair, but Mr. Alwyn said, “No, it must be 


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quiet, to suit Thelma,” who wished it so, with 
only immediate friends present. 

Mrs. Erleigh stood a little in awe of Mr. and 
Mrs. Alwyn, as they were very quiet, dignified 
people. 

“ Of course a Princess would not do as ordinary 
people,” she told Mrs. Aisley, who was all in a 
flutter and declared she 4 ‘ must surely have an 
invitation and see that dear boy married,” be- 
cause she had known him even from baby-hood. 

She called at once on the Alwyns and Thelma 
when the wedding was announced, and came 
away very well pleased carrying an invitation 
card with the monogram, u T. A. B.” Wasn’t 
she one of the select four hundred? 

She had not missed anything important for 
forty years, and felt she gave tone to every affair, 
even to the gossip, and was sure to hunt the lat- 
est in regard to all. 

She enlightened Thelma about Bditha, and 
said: “I had thought Alvan would have mar- 
ried here in his own country. She was a Miss 
Lavance, but it was a lucky escape as she has 
made a terrible wreck of the man she did marry — 
young Aberdeen — and they have separated, so I 
am told. I am very sorry for his mother.” 

Thelma informed her she had heard Alvan 
speak of Miss Lavance and would love to meet 
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Mrs. Aisley left with this advice : u Be sure 
you are careful whom you meet, as they may be 
undesirable people and you are very young yet. 
Men are never very good judges whom one ought 
to known, and you will find that Alvan and his 
father are very odd in their selection of friends. 
Dear Mrs. Erleigh has been much tried with 
them in this particular, and as I am such a very 
old friend of the family, you must bear with me 
if I make suggestions occasionally, for I have 
such a deep interest in you, my dear. I may say 
I have almost raised Alvan, and there is nothing 
like beginning right for young married people.” 


CHAPTER XIX. 

THE TRAGEDY ON THE RIVER. 
^^DELBERT in his kindness of heart, had 
listened to the pleadings of the mother and had 
gone to nse his influence to induce Adair Aber- 
deen to settle down to a true, manly life, and if 
possible have him and his wife reconciled. Even 
as he thought of the mother he felt a qualm of 
pity for the young girl, who would have to live 
with this coarse, licentious, libertine. As for 
Adair reforming he had very serious doubts; 
could the leopard change his spots? Had Adair 
not spent the best part of his life with the fast 
set of young men? It was second nature with 
him! 

Adelbert earnestly resolved that he would do 
his best to bring about a reconciliation. 

He had gone to their shooting box and found 
they had determined to stay another month. 

Finally he succeeded in getting Aberdeen to 
himself, and had a long, serious talk. 

1 ‘ I wonder, Abbyford, you would think of 
taking me to task about my affairs,” with a silly 
laugh. 

If they only concerned you individually I 
should not think of doing so. There are so many 
other lives to mar by your life and living, I beg 
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of you as a friend to give up these undesirable 
companions for your mother’s sake, for your 
wife’s sake, and your own sake.” 

“Well, don’t preach, Adelbert. By the way, 
who sent you, the little Puritan?” 

“It was your mother. For the love she bears 
you, Aberdeen, come home with me. Will you 
not come with me tonight? The others can leave 
at their leisure. Take your wife for a trip on the 
continent and when you return settle to some 
active business, or, care for the estate, which, 
you are aware, needs a business man at the 
head.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t give up this free and easy 
life for all your business matters. Just stay a 
week, Abbyford, and see the fun. You know 
nothing of life in your good, hum-drum way. 
Just stay with the boys, and see the sunny side.” 

“ But what of your wife and mother? When 
a man takes a young girl from a loving home and 
companionship of friends he is in duty bound 
to sacrifice some of his own inclinations and 
pleasures for her sake; think of her, Aberdeen y 
alone since her mother’s death.” 

“ I don’t fancy she worries about me. Isn’t 
she safe enough at your place?” 

“But, Aberdeen, it is your duty to know 
where she is, and care for her in her sorrow.” 

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is marriage: a failure? 


have some fun, and then settle down, she can do 
the same/’ 

“Aside from all cant, as you call it, I say 
Aberdeen yon are pledged to her, as sacredly as 
she is to you, and to be untrue and neglect her 
in this manner in her time of need is a das- 
tardly, cowardly act, not worthy of any man with 
a particle of principle. 

“Now hear him preach! I tell you Abbyford, 
what’s a man to do? Women are all such fools — 
they are all alike. By Jove! I intend to have all 
the fun I can. I like the gals, I do, by jove! and 
I never will be tied to one — couldn’t if I tried. 
Your pious idea of honor, business and marriage, 
are all very fine, but don’t suit this age. And so 
you • have learned the tale of the gossiping ser- 
vants, too, have you? You think the little Puri- 
tan pretty nice, eh? ” 

The indignant fire burned within Abby ford’s 
soul. He could scarcely restrain himself from 
pouring fourth the indignant words that came to 
his tongue, but thinking of the mother, he con- 
trolled himself and said in a quiet, earnest tone: 
“ Have you no care that this is a death blow to 
your young wife? Besides there is the other! 
Isabelle, too, has suffered.” 

“Oh, don’t get sentimental. You are too 
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preaching any longer. I am not going home, by 
Jove, so that is ended.’ ’ 

Then he arose and said : 

“ Have a glass, then come and take a sail. We 
are going down the river a mile or two. ’ ’ Then 
taking several more glasses than was good for 
him, he arose and sauntered toward the others, 
who were lounging beside a tent. “ Come along, 
Abbyford, don’t be quite so pious; we’ll have 
some fun.” 

“I beg of you, Aberdeen, come home with 
me, for the sake of our school boy days. Again, 
in the name of your mother I beg of you, come 
with me.” 

“ I’ll have no more of your preaching to me. 
That will do for today, I have listened to you for 
old friendship’s sake, so come along.” 

Adelbert saw that it was useless to plead; that 
it would be vain to hope for reform in this man; 
so he said: u I will remain as your guest to- 
night and return home in the morning.” 

After their lunch they started off in two skiffs. 

Adelbert watched from the banks, but de- 
clined all their invitations to join them. 

He saw they fell to wrestling, and scuffling in 
their half intoxicated state, which was causing 
the boat to roll. He called, but they heeded not 
in their merry moods. The first boat had pulled 
down the stream. 


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Suddently Abbyford noticed the boat in which 
Aberdeen was lurch violently, and then roll over, 
leaving the young men floundering in the water. 

To leave his coat and boots on the bank, was 
but the work of a moment. 

The others who were attracted by his cries, 
turned back. They were quite a distance away by 
this time. He plunged in, and struck out for Abby- 
ford, knowing it was useless to try to save all. 
In a moment he had him by the collar and struck 
out for the shore. One had gone down, the 
other was clinging to the upturned boat. Adelbert 
struggled in the water with Aberdeen who, being 
so much under the influence of liquor, was una- 
ble te help himself, and was a dead weight. 

At last the boat came up, rescuing the young 
man who held to the skiff and reaching Abby- 
ford’ s side just as he and his burden were sinking 
from exhaustion. They dragged them into the boat. 
Abbyford was soon resuscitated, but not so with 
Aberdeen. They worked with him for hours be- 
fore they saw the faintest gleam of life. When 
they perceived the first glimmer of life, one rode 
away for a doctor; the others worked over him. 

In time two went out in a boat to look for the 
young man; scarcely hoping to find him. They 
were rewarded by seeing him alive clinging to an 
old log he had grasped as he rose. This removed 
a great horror from their minds. 


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Abbyford never left Adair. Nothing was left 
undone to make him as comfortable as possible. 

When the doctor came he ordered him re- 
moved to the nearest village. They had him 
very carefully wrapped, and conveyed by slow 
stages to the best hotel in the place. 

No mother could have been more tender of 
her child than was Abbyford of this man, who, 
for the sake of mother and wife, he had risked 
his own life to save. 

In the morning he was muttering in delirium. 

Going out Adelbert sent a telegram to Editha 
and his mother telling them of the accident and 
asking them to come at once. 


CHAPTER XX. 

ABERDEEN’S DEATH REVEALS A SECRET. 

\1ThEN the telegram reached Editha she and 
Mrs. Abbyford started at once. 

They were met by Adelbert who prepared them 
for the change. 

Adair had seemed to arouse at intervals from 
his delirium, but the physicians would give no 
hope for favorable results. 

As they entered the hotel the doctor was just 
leaving. He had been in consultation with the 
old family physician whom Adelbert had sum- 
moned on their arrival after securing one of the 
best of nurses. 

The old physician met them at the door and 
said hurriedly: 

“We will surely have good results with so 
many cheery faces. Mrs. Aberdeen, I think he 
will recognize you as he is awake and free from 
delirium at present. He lapses into these delir- 
ious spells as soon as the effect of the stimulants 
is gone. This is unusual. Perhaps this was the 
exciting cause for a run of fever, but as you are 
here we will surely pull him through. You are 
an excellent nurse, Mrs. Abbyford.” 

As they entered the sick room Editha could 
scarcely raise her eyes, her heart beat so violently. 

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She liad not forgotten the last interview with 
Adair. The old loathing was still there! She 
went to the bedside. Every fiber in her body re- 
volted against his touch, as he placed his hand ou 
her’s, yet she had thought on the way down that 
she was going to be so brave and had schooled her 
heart to meet him quietly! She had half made up 
her mind that she could live with him again if 
she saw any sign of reform in him. 

Then the old spasms of pain would come with 
renewed force. She would then resolve to be 
kind, but he should never claim her as his wife. 

She did not realize the hopelessness of the 
case, and had only spoken a few coniinonplace 
words, when he said : 

4 ‘Ha! ha! Little Puritan; so you caine down 
— stop! stop! don't you see the boat is tipping?” 

Then his mind wandered back to his old camp. 
The doctor motioned for them to leave the room. 
He had hoped the sight of his wife would rouse 
him, but it did not and he shook his head, saying: 

“ There is no hope!” ‘ 

Silent tears coursed down her pale fa,ce. as she 
left the room think of all the sorrow this, unhappy 
marriage had brought into her life. , She sorrpwed 
too, for the absent mother and resolved, with re- 
newed tenderness, to be a daughter indeed and in 
truth. 


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Eveki if Adair and she could not be reconciled 
she would be kind to his mother. 

Mrs. Abbyford sought to soothe the sick man, 
in her kind, motherly way, in his feverish wan- 
derings, while her heart ached in silence for the 
absent mother. 

Often he called out in a quick, nervous voice, 
“Della, Della, ” showing that all the best affec- 
tions of his nature were centered in her. 

Mrs. Abbyford tried in every way to keep the 
young wife from knowing this, never allowing her 
to remain in the sick room, feeling that she was 
not able to bear more. 

Adelbert remained almost constantly by him. 
A mother could not have been more tender. 

Adair lingered on in this state for several days. 
One morning, after a more than usual restless 
night, it was evident the end was drawing near. 

Mrs. Abbyford and Editha had just entered 
the room where^ the doctor and Adelbert had spent 
the best paft of the night. 

Any one could see by the sunken features that 
the end was not far off. 

Editha passed to the other side of the bed, 
taking the hand that was lying there. 

He quickly turned his head. 

“ By jove, Della, so you’re here at last. I 
knew you’d come.” 

He smiled. 


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Editha turned deadly pale and dropped the 
hand she held, then knelt and buried her face 
in the bed clothes; all the old pain tugging at her 
heart. 

His head rolled away again. 

With a few muttered words he tried to rise. 

They placed a pillow at his back; he drew a 
few labored breaths, then the tired heart ceased 
to beat. He did not speak again. He had gone, 
with all the good or evil of a misspent life, to a 
higher tribunal. 

The Abbyfords made all the arrangements to 
have his body taken to his home and placed in the 
family vault. 

There were genuine tears of sorrow shed by 
Mrs. Abbyford for the long suffering, absent 
mother. 

Editha knew his last thoughts were given to 
the only woman he was capable of loving, and 
knew that only the difference in birth had separ- 
ated this man and woman. She pitied the cring- 
ing girl they passed on their return, who was 
weeping so wildly behind a gravestone, and felt 
that she would be a friend indeed to this desolate 
girl and her little child, who were more sinned 
against than sinning. 


CHAPTER XXI. 

MRS. ABERDEEN AND EDITHA. 

A A ThEN Mrs. Aberdeen returned from the death 
bed of her relative all the old haughty 
pride was gone. She wept long on Adelbert’s 
neck. 

If those who had known her in the past and 
had given her credit for having no heart could 
have seen the mother in her sorrow they would 
surely have pitied her now. She cried over 
Editha as only a heart-broken mother can cry, 
and as Editha tried to comfort her, their hearts 
were knit together with a new tenderness, a last- 
ing tie. She clung to Editha in almost childish 
despair; she seemed to have lost all care for the 
world and its opinion. It was painful to see this 
silent woman who never yielded to her own heart’s 
cravings, clinging to the sad-faced girl. 

Although Editha would rather have left the 
old house with all its painful memories, she felt 
while her mother-in-law lived, her first duty was 
to her. 

Mrs. Abbyford and Adelbert came with Editha 
as soon as Mrs. Aberdeen arrived and remained a 
fortnight. 

Editha felt she could never again enter the 
room where she had suffered the keenest sorrows 
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of her life. She stood there at last and, looking 
up, her eyes caught these restful words over her 
dresser : 

Sleep sweetly in this quiet room, 

Oh, thou, who ere thou act, 

And let no mournful yesterday 
Disturb thy quiet heart. 

Nor let to-morrow cease thy rest, 

With dreams of coming- ill. 

Thy Maker is thy changeless friend, 

His love surrounds the still; 

Forget thyself and all the world, 

Put out each feverish light, 

The stars are watching overhead, 

Sleep sweetly, then, Good night! Good night! 

She felt as though a benediction had fallen on 
her from above. She knelt and prayed for strength 
to do the right and for guidance that she might be 
helpful to others. 

Next morning she awoke from her long, restful 
sleep and, dressing, hastened to Mrs. Aberdeen’s 
room determined to put her good resolutions into 
practice. 

She was well repaid by the loving welcome. 
The same motto was over her mother’s dresser. 
She knew the loving spirit of Mrs. Abbyford had 
not forgotten the little things that count for so 
much in these turbulent lives of ours. 

The following day was the Sabbath. 

Mrs. Aberdeen proposed that they attend 
church, which they did and the fashionable pew 


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in the old cathedral never held two more sincere 
worshippers than the silent figures that knelt to- 
gether at their Master’s feet, in sorrow and hu- 
mility. The God of the fatherless and the widow 
alone could comfort such sorrows as theirs. 


CHAPTER XXII. 

alvan’s and thelma’s first born. 

G REAT joy reigned in Alvan’s home, when> 
one morning at dawn of day, the doctor told 
him a son was born to him. 

You would scarce know which was the father, 
as you saw two fine-looking gentlemen arm-in- 
arm, walking toward the house. 

Alvan, in his old boyish way, had gone to his 
father with his new joy; all the great manly fel- 
low could say was: 

“Father, come with me and see my son; 
mother, you will come, too.” 

They were at breakfast when Alvan entered. 
His father rose, and throwing his arm around 
his shoulder, shook him cordially by the hand. 

Mrs. Erleigh looked up: “I do hope the 

child will have none of these odd ways you and 
your father possess. It is on your father’s side, 
remember. Of course you will have a public 
christening; certainly I shall not call at such an 
unseemly hour. I will call around with Lady 
Aisley, perhaps tomorrow, and arrange for the 
christening. I suppose we will never hear the 
end of these everlasting babies. I shall speak to 
Thelma, for you have no judgment where babies 
are concerned. I do hope you will act with the 
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dignity of a father, instead of that silly, boyish 
way. You really must have more dignity,” and 
she sighed one of her resigned sighes. 

As father and son passed out arm in arm she 
said, “they are so very, very odd.” 

The Abbyfords and Aberdeens were duly ap- 
prised of the new arrival, and all sent most hearty 
congratulations. 

From the time of A1 van’s marriage there had 
been the truest of friendship existing between 
Thelma and Editha. 

One had only to know Thelma to love her. 

Mrs. Erleigh, who was so hard to please in 
every one, could see very few faults in the 
Princess, but a title, in her eyes, like Charity in 
some others, covered a multitude of sins. 

Thelma had the good sense to humor most of 
her whims. 

Mr. Erleigh was happy in the love of his chil- 
dren and grand-children. 

At last account, much to Mrs. Erleigh’s dismay 
there were three little oddities. 

Alvan dared hardly speak to his mother of this 
wee last girl. 

She told him it was an imposition on a long- 
suffering, civilized community. She always 
waxed eloquent when talking to Alvan or his 
father of their misdeeds. When Lady Aisley 
called she spoke of the matter in a deeply grieved 
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Thelma laughed and said : 

u There was only one of me. I was so lonely; 
I wanted brothers and sisters. I think six a nice 
family. ” 

Mrs. Erleigh was perfectly scandalized. 

“ That comes, you see,” she confided to Lady 
Aisley, her bosom friend and confidant, “ of her 
living with Alvan and imbibing so many of his 
odd notions. You see I counteracted a great 
many whims of his father.” 

“Thelma will not go out, scarcely, but stays 
cooped up with Alvan and his everlasting babies. 
When you see them out driving they usually have 
a baby or two along. I always show my resent- 
ment, when meeting them thus, by driving off on 
another street. You would think the Count was 
Alvan’s brother, they are so much alike in their 
views, and you would be surprised how Evadne 
has changed. I could hardly believe my own 
eyes when I last visited her. It all comes of her 
living with the Count and away from my influ- 
ence. They have two children but no one this 
side of the water shall ever know it from me, and 
I am sure you will respect my confidence, dear 
Lady Aisley as I must confide in some one. The 
Count is a most excellent husband, but very odd, 
you know.” 


CHAPTER XXIII. 

adelbert proposes to editha. 

0 NE day Adelbert came over to Mrs. Aberdeen’s 
and bad a long talk with Editha. 

‘ 1 Why do you look at me so strangely, Mr. 
Abbyford?” 

“Will you marry me, Editha?” was the only 
answer his lips would frame. 

Editha hesitated, though she had been sure he 
would ask that question. 

“ Pardon me for being so abrupt. I was sure 
you knew I loved you; I always have felt, since I 
met you, that your soul read mine. Do you know 
what love is?” 

‘“I think I know, but I can’t tell you.’ ” 

“ Well, some one has said ‘ it is to lose all in- 
terest in your own life; it is to risk every hope 
you have on one person; it is to leave behind you 
all the calm theories of your life, to live only in a 
glad, feverish, wonderful dream, without law or 
order, only a sense of one existing in whom your 
life is lost,’” and Adelbert, who was always so 
quiet, steady and cheerful seemed to have lost 
control of himself, he spoke so passionately. 

“ Do you think all love is like that?” 

“No, very few are capable of loving in that 
way. Most people live quiet lives, and perhaps 
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it is best. It is most assuredly the life without 
pain, for in the degree we are capable of loving 
in that degree are we capable of suffering.” 

She took his hand in both her own. 

“ I love you; does that cnswer suffice?” 

‘ ‘ When did you first discover that you loved 
me?” 

“ When I first saw you, as you passed me in the 
park. If we never marry I shall always love you 
just the same. This love saved my reason.” She 
paused a moment then continued: “I believe in 
affinities — you are mine” 

The earnest gaze deepened and the sad look 
vanished into a smile, which brought out the 
dimples. 

“Shall we speak to Mrs. Aberdeen now?” anx- 
iously asked Adelbert. 

“Not tonight; let me keep this love to myself 
one day.” 

Such peace had entered their lives! 

Since Mrs. Aberdeen and Editha so thoroughly 
understood each other, they lived an entirely dif- 
ferent life from the past — dropping out of society 
altogether. 

On pleasant mornings you would find them 
driving, or reading together on the piazza, or 
earnestly conversing on the many themes they 
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deen was saying: “ Such a life is very unsatis- 

factory. I realize it more and more. Only those 
who choose a true home life find real happiness 
with their chosen friend where the world may not 
intrude. Your selection of friends, my dear, is 
indeed a source of real comfort. What an ideal 
home Mr. A Ivan Krleigh has. It is almost like 
taking a peep into Paradise since the new baby 
came.” 

Then, glancing up, she exclaimed with genuine 
feeling: “Here is Mrs. Abbyford and A delbert! 
How happy I am to have you come,” holding out 
Her hand in cordial greeting as they came up the 
steps. 

Eitha came forward with such a rosy blush that 
any one could see there wa? a cause. 

Two years had passed since Adair had died and 
Adelbert came to Mrs. Aberdeen this morning to 
ask for Editha in marriage. 

It was no surprise for Mrs. Aberdeen had felt 
that this would be the end of the many, long, 
earnest conversations between them. She had 
taken Adelbert into her heart as her own child, 
and no son could have been more thoughtful of 
her comfort, more considerate of her wishes. 

He laughingly knelt by her chair and she put 
her arms about him saying, “ God bless you, my 
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The silent tears telling more than words could 
of the past and its pain. 

“ How can I give you my child; I cannot part 
with her?” 

“You need not; I shall have two mothers and 
you two shall live with us.” 

They were married quietly in the church one 
lovely June morning — their only guests being 
their two mothers, Alvan and Thelma and a tew 
tried and true friends. 

Mrs. Aberdeen decided to keep her house open 
and spend part of the time with them. 

Not many days passed that they were not to- 
gether. You would hardly have known which 
was the mother, so loving was the entire family- 

One day Mrs. Aberdeen said: 

“I have only one other request, Adelbert, and 
that is that one-half of all there is left of the es- 
tate shall be divided with Della so that she may 
educate her son. You will see to it?” 

Then she said to Editha: 

‘ ‘ Have you seen her? I did not like to pain 
you by asking.” 

“Yes; I returned after the funeral and found 
her in bitterest grief, sitting by the grave. She 
was very sullen. I said, C I am sorry for you,’ 
and told her all; how I had married in haste and 
knew nothing of all this. She believed and for- 
gave me. I asked if she would not like to put 


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the inscription on the monument, which seemed to 
assuage her grief somewhat. Surely that was her 
right. When I told her I believed, in the sight 
of God, she was more his wife than I, she caught 
my hand and kissed it. I left her there and have 
not seen her since.” 

Another year of unalloyed happiness passed 
away, then came a night of unrest. When morn- 
ing dawned the doctor came out of the chamber 
where the great mystery of birth had been enacted, 
and said: i4 All is well; you have a son.” 

Nothing more was needed to complete this 
happy family circle. When they laid it in Mrs. 
Aberdeen’s arms she laughed and cried in a 
breath. 

At the quiet little christening he was named 
Aberdeen Abbyford with two god mothers. 

No happier parents ever looked into the face of 
a first-born than Adelbert and Editha, who, with 
clasped hands, thanked God in unison for this gift 
of a little child. 

If in ten years after you had asked Editha what 
she thought of marriage she would have answered : 

‘ ‘ Happy marriage is the key-note to life. The 
two greatest evils are lack of union in character, 
from which comes trouble, sin, and crime and lack 
of interest parents take in the character and mor- 
als of the person to whom their children are to be 
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be few failures in marriage. Man’s heart and 
conscience are controlled by love, so is the uni- 
verse controlled. 

Ian McClaren has well said, ‘‘There is ae heart. 
Life with all its mists and shadows has one great 
throbbing pulsing center. Put your finger on the 
world’s pulse and you will know whether it is 
sare or jubilant.” 


CHAPTER XXIV. 

MRS. ABERDEEN’S DEATH. 

0 NE day Mrs. Aberdeen had gone to look over 
her old boxes. When Editha went to her 
she found her sitting, holding lovingly in her 
hands a soft, white dress, somewhat yelkfw with 
age, yet draped with the most exquisite lace. As 
she held it up she said: 

“It is my wedding dress! Will you see that I 
am buried in it when I am gone.” 

Editha held it up and laughed at the dainty 
waist and flowing sleeves that had been the pride 
of the girl bride, now sitting there with her silver 
hair. 

“ The drapery will fold down for the waist. It 
is my wish that I shall wear it then.” 

Editha threw her arms about her and kissed her 
beautiful hair. 

“Well, my mother, we will make the dress 
lovely, and fasten it with roses; but if it please 
the dear Father I hope we shall not use it for that 
purpose for many years. 

“My child, I have a strange notion that I 
would like you to arrange it now.” 

“I will bring my needle,” said Editha, “and 
we will arrange it and you shall surprise them at 
dinner in this lovely dress.” 

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So together they folded the soft stuff about her 
neck and over her bosom. 

When all was finished Edithia drew her before 
the long mirror to note the effect, which was 
lovely, as the drapery was caught at the waist 
with a bunch of white roses. The white hair 
rippling at the back in little curls was brushed 
away from the placid brow, leaving the calm, 
sweet face with its serene expression. 

“ How lovely!” said Editha. She called Adel- 
bert to see the fair picture. He kissed her brow 
and said, 1 ‘Mother, mine, you look like a bride, 
indeed.” 

With loving eyes full of unshed tears she 
sighed, “My children, you have been a great com- 
fort. May God bless you both for this love. It 
has been more than food and raiment to me.” 

Adelbert took her hand, saying: 

“I must take the bride our to dinner,” 

The low windows were open, admitting the May 
breezes ladened with the odor of spring flowers. 

As they retired from the dining room to the 
wide piazza, Mrs. Aberdeen said: 

“ I am so glad we are alone tonight. I often 
wonder how I ever could have enjoyed so much 
company. Your theory is best. 

“Mrs. Abbyford, the dearest spot on earth is 
home, surrounded by those we love.” 


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“ Adelbert, will you repeat to me the poem en- 
titled Tired: 

“ Are you not feeling well?’ ’ 

“Thanks, never better.” 

He wheeled a low lounging chair near and seated 
her. Then, drawing his own chair near hers and 
taking her hand in his own he repeated in his 
restful voice the poem she asked for. 

I am tired to-night and something 
The wind may be, or the rain, 

Or, the cry of the bird in the copse outside 
Has brought back the past and its pain; 

And I feel as I set here thinking 
That the hand of a dead old June 
Has reached to my loose heart strings, 

And drawn them up in tune. 

I am tired to-night, and I miss you 
And long for you, rovE, through tears. 

It seems but to-day I saw you go — 

You who have been gone for years — 

And I seem to be newly lonely, 

I, who am so much alone. 

I am tired, and that old sorrow 
Sweeps down the bed of my soul, 

As a turbulent river might suddenly break 
Away from a dam’s control ! 

It brought a wreck in its bosom — 

A wreck with a snow white sail, 

And a hand on my heart thrums away, 

But they only respond with a wail. 

A long silence followed. A hush was on the 
very air — a peaceful silence over all. Then Mrs. 
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“I feel so rested, Adelbert.” 

He felt her fingers tighten over his, then re- 
lax; he heard a sigh and, looking, saw she was 
gone. 

The tired heart was at rest. 

They, in their surprise and sorrow, could not 
believe that she had so suddenly left them. 

The doctor said it was heart disease but of what 
type only those who loved her knew. 

“A peaceful ending,’’ they said, “for the silent 
woman, the last of her race.” 

Her wish, that she might wear her bridal dress 
was granted. 

They laid her by her loved ones, and felt that 
she had only gone to sleep and was dreaming 
of her bridal. 

“How dressed in her robes of white 
She stood by her gay young lover, 

In the morning’s rosy light. 

Oh, the morning is as rosy as ever, 

But the rose from the cheek has fled; 

And the sunshine still is golden, 

But it falls on a silvered head, 

And the girlhood dreams once vanished 
Conies back in her winter time 

Till she feels her pulses throbbing . 

With the thrill of her early prime. 

Though dim her eyes bright azure, 

And dim her hair’s young gold, 

The love of her girlhood plighted 
Has never grown dim nor old: 

She sat in peace in the sunshine 
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And then, at its close, an angel 
Stole over the threshold stone. 

He folded her hands together, 

He touched her eyelids with balm, 

And her last breath floated upward* 
Like the close of a beautiful psalm. 

Like a lovely bride she traversed 
The unseen mystic road 

That leads to the beautiful city 
Whose builder and maker is God. 

One draught from the living waters 
Shall call back the maiden prime; 

And eternal years shall measure 
The love that out-lived time 
The shape she left behind her, 

The wrinkles and silver hair 
Made holy to us by the kisses 
The angels printed there. 

We hide her away ’neath the willows 
When the day is low in the west, 

Where never a sunbeam can find her. 
Nor the wind disturb her rest. 

And we’ll suffer no tell-tale tombstone 
With its age and date to rise 

O’er our loved one who is old no longer* 
In our Father’s home in the skies 


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